I asked her what "typing" is. She laughed, explaining that the word comes from using some sort of ancient machine. Almost every other word I "type" no...w is underlined in red on the computer screen, meaning that I misspelled it. Mama Ann says she will correct it, once I have sent it to her. I HATE THIS!Please imagine that I just sighed. I will do as Auntie says. I have done that my whole life. Even now, after I have given myself to Fredrick, my new Master. Even now. I will do as Auntie says.After. We talked somemore her k** were real well behaved the went to sleep right away so they were no trouble the stewardess gave us blankets to get confortable. She said she had just gotten over a real tough divorce and that she was kind of put out with all the problems of travel and the divorce, that her husband left her for a 19 yo k**. She said that she hadn't had sexy for more than six months I suggested that we should do something about it she said here I answered that we had blankets and we. One-eight-six knew that besides pinching and biting the large tits of her live desk chairs, she suckled several times daily having developed a taste for nature?s milk.When satisfied she pushed a button and a guard entered with the wheel chair. She lifted her onto the chair and pulled the bra over the torpedo?s which like all slave bra?s left the nipples exposed. She then connected the chains and wheeled her out. One-four-eight smiled back happily as she was taken away. The madam mentioned that. His eyes lingered on them, his tongue darting out and touching his lip in a vaguely lizard-like fashion.Seeming to start, as though waking himself from a daydream, he motioned to the door of the cell and the guards moved. As one reached for the electrified truncheon from the rack on the wall, Kat felt her heart start to beat faster. Her blood rushed through her veins, her mind was preternaturally sharp and the movement of the men outside the cell seemed to slow to a crawl.The guards, both of.