"I knew you'd make fun of me." You don't have to run anymore," she said, "because here I am." Yeah, but for how long?" You keep being a good slave, an...d it might be forever." Seriously?" I've put too much hard work into training you to risk someone else reaping the benefits. Besides, what woman in her right mind would give up a relationship like this? I can finally have my cake and eat it, too." Yes, you can." "Let's go to bed," she said."I was wondering when you would say that." Kiss my pretty. “My name’s Brandy Holland, I’m 47 years young, and I’m from Macclesfield.” She raises her voice on ‘Macclesfield’ as if it’s something to celebrate.She’s wearing a white cotton blouse, a tight mid-thigh leather skirt, and black stiletto heels. Everything is tight. She’s not fat, she’s solid – and those clothes are all about a size too small. She likes the way that feels and looks. Her boobs aren’t that big, but they strain every button on the blouse. She isn’t dressed this way for the show,. Enough so to be aware of how odd my body felt. I was afraid to guess what that meant. Hurriedly, before I had time to think, I called her name. "Right here, darling." Her soft, purring voice came from an invisible spot to my right. Hell, everything but a swath of ceiling was invisible. "I've been watching you sleep. I can't believe it." I recognized that tone of voice. She was aroused. I had a real good idea what that meant. The damage was done. I felt a peculiar. No ones ever gonna take me away from you, I swear, I love you so much.”I held her with my arms wrapped around her until we regained control of our emotions, then we started making out again, not caring that the area we were in was suddenly getting populated. Some time later when we had enough kissing we just sat there huddled up next to each other. She put my arm around her and grabbed my other hand in both of hers and kissed it as she smiled at me.“I'm so happy whenever I'm with you,” she.