Large cast iron bath. Toilet with a mahogany seat, polished brass hinges and the inside of the bowl decorated with a blue flower pattern. Soft lambs w...ool mat alongside the bath. "Use the loo if you need to while I fill the tub. Sorry I don’t have anything other than Johnson’s Baby Bath to put in the water. Haven’t had any lady guests yet." "Please," Margaret said, "Please leave me to do it on my own." Just get on with it woman. You’ve probably been squatting in public places for some time. Sit. At that point I was getting excited about sucking all their cocks, but I didn’t want to appear to be too eager, and look like a bigger cock-whore than I am.So, I said, “Okay, okay, I am the author of those stories, but other than the times I sucked Adam’s cock, they’re only fantasies for me. I just started reading some of those types of stories and thought I could do a better job writing them to be more arousing. I couldn’t do all that shit I wrote about, and I’m damn sure not inviting five. Of course, missing Naomi was the cause. I hadn’t really understood how dependent I was on her presence. Yes, the sex was incredible and she was far and away the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, but there was another intangible that I couldn’t put my finger on.It took all my concentration and willpower to continue to work on Dad’s plant scheduling project. I’d done the preliminary work of selecting three possible candidates for the job, but now it was the detail and asking all the right. ‘Joe thought he’d be over the moon. The object of his own fantasies had been moulded into his perfect little slave. Well, perhaps not completely. There was plenty more he could do to her mind to tweak her to his liking, but not like Beth Cummings. Ah Beth. She was a frustrating toy, sometimes, but she was his first true slave. He liked the thought.“First true slave,” he mused aloud to himself.Of course, he had to take care when he spoke around her. Before she was ever brought to him, she’d been.