She assisted him by during his piano and reading lessons (a page turner)and writing and math lessons (refilling his pen with ink). Unknown to anyone, ...Stella had picked up basic reading and math skills from overlooking the young Master's shoulder. Growing up, Stella and the young Master were close friends, playing c***dish games with each other; but now as young adults the reality of slavery had created a wedge between their friendship. The young master was now going to ball parties in search of. Standard keyboard shortcuts for bold, italic, and underline are also accepted. To make links, please enter the display text, highlight it, and then use the # symbol in the toolbar; please do not just paste the link in as extended plain text. There are also options in the toolbar for Unordered lists and Blockquotes.Stories: All new stories are subject to review before they become visible to the public. There is a draft system in place to allow writers to create their work over multiple sessions. Do you understand?”“No…” said Isaac. She pulled him down to kiss the sloping curve of her neck and shoulders, and giggled at the touch of his lips. “Then let me show you.”Isaac lay with his cock squeezed between his body and hers, pressed uncomfortably on both sides while Seila ran her fingers through his hair and gave him long, open mouthed misses. Her naked body writhed underneath him, all soft skin and curves and the dizzying smell of perfume mixed with sweat. Her nails ran up and down his. That was too close for comfort. No way was he going to go throughthat. Wanting to find another solution out of his predicament, he startedto walk further down the corridor. Just as started walking, a figureappeared in front of him. It was the old man from the door! "Let me out of this madhouse," he shouted. "Mr. Williams, you are in a unique position. I now offer you a secondchance in life, a chance to start all over again as a different person." But it's not mine. Even if I do take it what.