“Mam, I told you. Her da is rich, and he calls her Princess. If she wants her friends there he’ll pay for the air tickets. Anyway I said yes, and ...we have to be at Cardiff Airport by half past ten tomorrow morning. We’ll be gone for a few days.”Actually Sharifa had said, “Stay as long as you like,” but that also was not what her mother would want to hear.Gwenllian had a horror of transport problems, so they caught a bus into the centre of Cardiff just before seven and then a train from Central. "Yeah, I did." I mean besides super stinky diapers."I momentarily wondered if I hadn't gone again, but he was joking. Inrevenge I decided to turn his socks bright pink and add some ruffles."That's not fair," he told me looking down."I think they're cute Jacob," Hannah said."Change them back please?" he begged."Or?" Umm... tickle?"I squirmed against Hannah. "Oh no you don't," she said, "She's allmine." All of the sudden out from nowhere she started tickling my sidesand couldn't help but giggle. This is the story of one of her little adventures. Angela took me to a party in a big house. She looked amazing, she was wearing a beautiful dark fitted suit with what looked like a fantastic bustier underneath. I felt horny just thinking about what she was wearing. There were a lot of great looking people about and it seemed Angela knew quite a lot of them. She introduced me to the hostess of the party, a woman called Maria who was about the same age as her and very attractive. Bigger built. We had talked about marriage but this hit me out ofthe blue. I told her that I wasn't sure if I was ready yet to take on theresponsibility of being married. She flat told me that if we weren't goingto get married then the last 9 months were a complete waste of time andthat I could just go to San Francisco on my own.When we met, I didn't think that I would ever be controlled and besubmissive to anyone. But in the 9 months, Sandi carefully and slowlybrought out my submissive side. Now I was.