"A slave!" Rebecca replied."Who's slave?"Your slave!" And what is your role as my slave?" Is to pleasure and serve you in any way, any time or any pla...ce. That is my role as your slave!" Do you accept me as your Mistress?" Fuck, yes, I do!" Rebecca cried with joy.Laura began to slam harder as she was close to cumming."Will you do anything that I desire providing its reasonable?" Yes!" Are you willing to leave your old life behind and start a new one as my slave?" Yes!" Rebecca said as she was. Both were irresistibly sexy, each in their own way. Complete with the most luxuriously long hair.I dubbed her "Amway II", because the long hair distinguished her so clearly from her short-cropped predecessor, though both had similar faces, bodies, and attire. Not to mention endearing smiles and 'live-and-let-live' attitudes."Now suppose you explain to me why we should tolerate your continued presence!"I had zipped my fly all the way up and was ready to do battle."You don't get it--do you, "Mr.. Monday, to most people, is the worst day of the week. But for Jones, his job meant that he dealt with most people on the worst day of their lives, and this was difficult enough without having to deal with the fact that it was Monday. Detective Caesar Damocles Jones hated a lot of things. For starters, he hated his first and middle names, which was why he just went by C. D., if not just Jones. He hated being the only black cop on the force. He hated mayonnaise on anything. He hated being the. .."Gavin shifts, and she feels his arm slide away from her back. She misses the touch of his skin, until he puts both hands on her shoulders and begins massaging away her tension."It just felt wrong. Does that make sense?" Yes," she says, leaning into his hands. " It didn't use words, but still let me know that fighting other bonded couples in the dreamscape wasn't ever permitted." And then," he says, amusement evident in his voice, "I bet you told it that we didn't start the fight." Hey," she.