She was immediately dejected and looked down at the computer where he should have been. Instead of Jake sitting in the chair there was a small brown p...aper bag and a note, “Kim.” It was obviously from Jake and it read, 'My Slave. Go to my room and wait for me. Put the clothes in this bag on. Find the black bag and put on the hood first, then the gag. Tie yourself up if you need to.' That was all. She flipped it over in her hands looking for additional clues. Nothing. Kim felt flush, exposed.. The next time they had sex she could feel the top ring gliding across herg-spot. Not only did that feeling turn her on, but also the prospect ofanother way of controlling him.He knew what was going to happen. She did not even have to explain. Bynow he was trapped. Trapped by his growing love of feminine clothes, andtrapped by the sex he was regularly getting.His prick was fully healed now. The rings did not close in knobs but inconical points and matching sockets. Making them permanent. "Look at this, I do not understand some of these glyphs but this seems familiar, '... for I am the one... ' this looks like the glyph for murderer, and that one over there refers to the family. I have never seen this language before, some of it looks like the usual Egyptian glyphs, but these scripts over here appear to be ancient Aramaic." I know what you mean; I think this is written in the language that could have evolved into Hebrew."They don't understand my language, they are useless. I. Her behavior came rushing back to her, but you don't say no to your boss, and agreed to be picked up at noon.He picked her up in his four door, four wheel drive truck, apologizing, he had been out in the field and hadn't had time to change clothes or vehicles. She had never ridden in something so large or sat so high off the ground.He had on a faded denim shirt over a black t shirt and worn jeans. He took her to a small diner she had never noticed before, even though she went right by it.