His gift to me is that He knows how to handle this gift and how to make it flourish. Rather than abuse it, use it up and destroy it He knows how to bu...ild on it, push it, stretch it and polish it until it is exactly to his liking. If He wishes to treat me like a slave He will and I often fantasize about a time when I will be able to live as his 24/7 slave for days at a time. If He wishes to abuse my body He will and I love to endure the pain that turns him on and to see and feel the marks he. Ahnfang, I'd like to ask you a few questions." I ain't Ahnfang, she is. I'm Kosolapov. She's the shift manager and I'm a general foreman." Please excuse me, I made an unwarranted assumption. Where can we find the big bosses?" The plant manager's office is three doors down that way," he said, pointing in the direction we had been traveling.Cicero asked, "Pardon my inquisitiveness, but why are you fucking your boss?" Because, if I don't, my pay gets docked! She's got the power around here on this. I open my eyes, and as quickly as you appeared you have gone. Maybe better this way. Growing weary of the merriment, and wanting to quench my lust, I slip away to an quartered off section of the ballroom. My breath hitches as my hands run the length of my bodice, pretending to be you-it hitches again when I become aware that I am not alone. There you are. You don't see me, and I relax. I watch as you rub the front of your costume....watch you as you look around to make sure no ones. “Bruce,” Celeste called. “Sit here,” she indicated a spot between her and Faith.“Hi,” I said to everyone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”“Don’t worry about it,” Cassie said, smiling. “I do it all the time,” Kyle said. The girls all laughed.“It smells good,” I said, sliding onto the bench between Celeste and Faith.Bowls were passed around. There were fresh goat butter and bread made from some acorns that I had harvested last fall. It was all delicious. "It has certainly been nice to have.