Master speaks, and I obey. He says go, and I go. He says stop, and I stop."You are Master's slave. He owns your feet. You will walk in the way of your... master!"Yes! I bow before him. I do anything he says. I will fuck, suck, crush, lick, jack-off, spit on any dick or pussy my master commands. I will accept the cum, if master desires it. He is my master and Lord."You are Master's slave. He owns your legs. You will use them as he desires!"Yes! My legs are his. I keep them in shape for him to. His grandmother cooked them turkey, with some gravy and beans. Charles was cutting through his Turkey on his plate."So Sara, how is our Charles here getting on with this town? Is he feeling right at home here??" asked his grandmother."Oh we do feel at home here, don't we Charles!!" Sara cried with joy.Charles looked at his grandma, munching on his Turkey meat inside his mouth. He gave a warm genuine smile, nodding his head."So I take it that you are loving your house, your bedroom and the. I almost told her not to talk about John like that but I did not say anything. But soon that bullet proof feeling that drinking gives you turned back into self pity. By the time we went to bed Kim was hurting inside again over John.“Janet I miss my John very much,” “Why didn’t he come over tonight,” “I need my John,” “John does not love me any more Janet,” Kim cried out with tears flowing as we sat in bed.I did my best to give her comfort with out showing my own hurt. I gave Kim a big hug and I. . What if I panicked without the slightest provocation?"Mmm," said Meredith. "This is delicious."Like that. See. What if I did that for the rest of my life and died of a premature and pointless heart attack? What a dumb eulogy. Brandon Chambers, and then the year I was born and the year I died, and then, Died of worrying too much. The stupid idiot.After the small talk and pleasant, pointless chatter of dinner, we ended up back at the television, smashing our little cartoon heroes about. But.