The first flowers were limp and soft. They would probably only last one more day. As they died, they left a spicy, woodsy smell in my apartment. That ...ight, when I got home, I typed out a note on my computer. It took me five tries because I didn't want to do it. I liked the little mystery around the flowers that I had unfortunately started to think of as 'mine'. But it wasn't right to let this mistaken identity continue; it was almost like stealing from someone else. I love the flowers you've. If you want it to be positioned somewhere else you’d better let me know before we get there.”Yana nodded but remained silent. Slaves were required by law to be collared, marked and registered. The mark could be specific to an individual or an organisation, often a house mark. The collar was not only a legal requirement it had a practical aspect as well. It had to be fitted with a homing beacon and a secure locking mechanism and, although not a legal requirement, there were some that were fitted. He didn’t ring the bell or knock because he was expected at just this time.He entered the front hall and turned to the right. Through an archway he saw the familiar drawing room. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new piece of furniture. A wide leather divan was placed in the very center of the room, and on it, lying on his side, his head propped on one hand, was a naked man. He watched Connor expectantly.“Connor, this is Eric,” said Rachel. She was young middle. She smiled, enjoying her view of him spread before her, with his eyes needy as he gazed at her. Yes, and prepared too, catching his hand and drawing it to her wet pussy. He groaned deeply, loving the softness he felt. She reached out and unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock out into the cool air. Better make sure you’re warm, she breathed, wrapping her hands around his hard length. He moaned in desire, wanting, needing to feel her pussy clutching his cock. He grasped.