”“Stay away from me,” Colin warned as she approached.“Don’t be afraid.” Veronica’s expression was disarming, “I love you.”Colin blin...ked with surprise. “Wh-what?” Veronica had never said those words to him before.“Honey, I love you. I know we had a rocky start to our relationship, but I’ve grown to care for you so much over these past weeks. I’m your mother now, I love you, and I only want you to be happy. I want you to be gay and happy.”Colin was so horribly confused, “I don’t want to be gay.. . I am told your owner is aboard,“ said Quentin as casually as he could.„Yes, Master.“ The voice was controlled. Quentin squeezed the lush buttock cheek.„Are you pleased?“ „Yes, Master,“ responded Rebecca in the same controlled voice. „As his slave, I am always pleased to be of service to him. To... to please him as he wishes.“„I see,“ said Quentin. He squeezed the buttocks cheek rather more firmly. „And, has it always been like that?“There was a pause before Rebecca answered. „No, Master,“. She shifted her body, or tried to shift. Something was keeping her from freely moving her arms and legs. She felt warm, nice and cozy. She didn’t really want to get out of bed, but something just didn’t seem right. She tried to move her arms and stretch. She could move, but she couldn’t separate her hands. She stretched her arms out and up over her head, but without spreading her hands. She was awake now. Her hands were held together. Each wrist had some type of bracelet affixed to it. She saw. “Thank you, Julie,” I remarked. I did my best to not look below chin level, but it was hard. She smiled and reclaimed her seat on the chase lounge. I used the blower to try and blow the grass clippings into a small pile and off of the pool deck. When I looked over and saw her, with her fingers buried under the front edge of her bikini, I tripped over a pave-stone ledge that I hadn’t seen. Grass clipping soared into the air and fluttered back down like green snowflakes. I tried to blow the.