0 comments/ 12901 views/ 7 favorites Taking Possession By: odubhslaine I'm angry. Angry not at the knowing glances your friends give me when I show up at the bar having finished what I had to do earlier than I expected. I know you've shared some details of our relationship with them and me crying off tonight then showing up out of the blue just reinforces what they think they know about our relationship. That's ok, it doesn't bother me, they know nothing of Daddy and his girl so they're only half seeing things. I know they see you as everyone else sees you - the strong, confident willful woman you are and me, while I'm the idiot who lucked out with you but seems to be doing all I can to fuck it up by being a Neanderthal. I can't blame them really, sometimes I have let my facade slip while we're in company and let elements of Daddy emerge. Anyway like I said I'm angry but not because of them. Nor am I angry at the lustful glances being fired your way by every man in the bar. Its something I've gotten used to and in all honesty it makes me feel a little smug and self satisfied. All they see is the shell of you, the beautiful face, the incredible figure, the easy smile that makes your eyes sparkle. I on the other hand get what's behind the sparkling eyes as well as the beautiful exterior. So no that's not why I'm angry. I'm not even angry that from time to time you seem to be egging the admirers on. I know that this is your way. I know that you're just being you but I know they don't see it like that. No that's not why I'm angry. I'm angry because you look like a slut. No better than the tramps that walk around town with all their wares on display for the world to see. Granted you're dressed far more demurely than those sluts but that's beside the point. You know how I feel about you showing cleavage and at this point in time you're showing far too much. Add to that the fact that your nipples are clearly seen pushing against your shirt and yes, I'm angry. In fact I'm furious. The rough treatment I gave your nipples earlier is no mitigation for them being erect. If you didn't have too many buttons opened and too much cleavage on display your tits wouldn't be cold and your nipples wouldn't be erect. Your eyes latch onto mine and in mid sentence you stop and smile hesitantly. Happy to see me but mindful too of how you're dressed. You lean in and kiss me hello. I return the kiss and tell you I'm going to the bar. I catch the barman's eye and order my drink. In the mirror behind him I see you break away from your friends and turn to follow me, fiddling with your buttons as you near. By the time you're behind me you've succeeded in restoring your shirt to an appropriate state and you lean in and whisper in my ear. "Hello Daddy." As always I harden at those words. They still hold the resonance they held when I first heard you say them. I will never grow tired of hearing those words from your lips. However they havent altered my mood. I'm still angry. I half turn from the bar to face you. You can see that something is wrong. You know what it is and you lower your eyes and mumble. "I'm sorry." I smile, mindful that your friends are watching and not wanting to them anymore fodder to feed their ignorance. I lean in to kiss you and whisper in your ear. "That's ok baby, I know you're sorry but not as sorry as you're going to be later, now unbutton your shirt again and be the slut you are." I turn from you and lift my drink from the bar, spying you undoing your buttons once again as I wait for my change. I follow you back to the group and we join in with the banter. Standing close as always, sharing secret touches and glances, laughing and smiling in our normal relaxed manner. All is perfect. But. But we both know that later on when we're alone you'll pay for your indiscretion. The rest of the evening passes as they always do. Us enjoying ourselves, both of us at our vanilla best but with an almost palpable air of tension and excitement between us, you knowing I'm angry and my anger coiled like a serpent in the pit of my stomach. True to form we're first to leave, not wanting to wait around for taxis like the rest of our friends. Instead we hit the street and almost immediately we catch a cab. I move to the door and hold it open for you. You may have acted like a whore but you're still my Baby. I go to the other side and move to you, sliding across the gap between us to wrap my arm around you and moving so you can rest your head on my shoulder. The cab pulls away from the pavement and you whisper in my ear. "I I I'm sorry Daddy I didn't realise you'd be in." I move a finger to your lips to silence you and reply. "You will be sorry now hush Baby, get some rest, it's going to be a long night." You look into my eyes. In your eyes I recognise the look I know all too well - my Babyslut is horny. My dirty little cumwhore is excited at the promise of what's to come. I smile and pat your knee, the inner cogs working in my head on what my retribution is to be. You reach down and place your hand over mine, pulling my hand so it glides up your leg and you push it between your legs so i can feel the familiar heat and softness of your cunni. Not needing any further encouragement I press down where I know your clit is - even through your trousers. You part your legs and tilt your hips to push against my fingertips. I can feel the outline of your underwear against my fingertips. I know that as much as I can feel the lace rub against my fingertips, that friction is mirrored and magnified against your engorged clit. I continue with my caressing of your cunt, slow and easy, not wanting to let the driver know what we're doing. I know by your movements that you're at the precipice and that all it will take from me is a tiny push to send you falling over the edge and into orgasm. But. But not now. Instead I close my hand and trap your labia between my palm and fingertips. I squeeze. I feel your body stiffen and I watch as you move your hand to stifle the yelp of pain that I know you want to let out. I lean across and whisper. "I told you you'd be sorry now take this as a down payment on that, slut!" You meekly nod and we both settle back in our seats not another word spoken during the rest of our journey. When the cab comes to a stop I pay the driver and we make our way to the house. I tell you I want to get some water and that you should go and wait upstairs for me. I call after you as you tentatively mount the stairs that you can cover up now and stop being a slut. I down the water and as I turn to follow you to the bedroom when a pile on the counter catches my eye. The synapses in my brain fire and an idea quickly forms. I grab and pocket three of the items from the pile and follow you, moving more slowly than you did, playing with my idea over and over, loving how hard it's making me, how hard you're making me and loving too the knowledge that my slow ascent is heightening the tension you're feeling. The door is barely ajar when I get to the landing, as if you half closing it will delay the inevitable. I push it fully open and see you sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt buttoned to the neck. Your eyes are downcast and your hands are palm down on your legs. I move and stand in front of you not uttering a word. Drawing out the tension for you and the anticipation for me. Without warning I take a handful of your hair and roughly jerk your head back until you're looking into my eyes. My voice is little more than a whisper when I ask you. "Are you ready for your punishment?" You nod and I undo my jeans. I ease my hardness out of my boxers and pull your face to my groin, your mouth open, eager to take what Daddy is going to give you. But. But I stop short of your inviting mouth and taking my shaft between my fingers I cockslap both your cheeks with the head. "Slut!" Slap "Yes Daddy." "Whore." Slap slap slap "Yes Daddy." Is your breathless reply. "You want me in your mouth don't you?" "Yes Daddy." "No, you'd only enjoy that." I pull my erect cock back from your face and tell you to stand. You comply and when you're in front of me I grab your shirt and rip it apart, buttons flying in all directions. "You have no right to Dress like a good girl then have you?" Your reply is barely audible, "No Daddy." I move my hands to your bra and repeat the process with your shirt, your full breasts spilling free, your nipples now more erect than ever. "Sit back down." You do so. Knowing that to resist now would only serve to anger me more. "Now you're going to put those tits of yours to good use, wrap them around my cock." You do so and immediately my cock is enveloped by their firmness. "Oh yes good girl, you know what to do, slowly slut, I'm not wasting any cum on a dirty whore like you." You slow your motions as instructed, knowing that ultimately it will work for your benefit. "That's better slut now suck me, suck my cock while you wank it with your tits." You bend your head and as you push your tits down along my cock you take the blood engorged head in your mouth. "Oh yes. You're such a good cumslut, don't stop, don't you dare stop." Again you do as you're told. Working my prick with your tits and mouth in perfect unison. I wait until your tits are on a downsroke and your mouth is ready to suck me again before I make my next move. I thrust my hips forward and ram my cock into your mouth. The movement is so unexpected by you that I'm buried to the hilt and you're gagging on my cock before you can react and move to pull away. "Oh no you don't whore." I grab your hair and pull you back to me so that I can roughly fuck your mouth again. Over and over, me pushing my cock, you trying to resist, me pulling harder and harder on your hair until I'm pounding your mouth and making you gag. I feel I'm at my own precipice now, too early, it's always to early when I'm with you so I stop my thrusting. I pull my cock away and place my hands on your shoulders pushing you down onto the bed, your legs hanging over the edge. I reach down and remove your trousers and climb up and straddle your face, my heavy balls mere inches from your mouth. "Lick My balls slut." Your tongue darts from your mouth and you lap at my hairy cumfilled balls. I lower myself and you take my balks into your mouth, sucking and licking them like the whore you are. I lift and my saliva coated balls are free from your mouth once again. I push down and circling my hips I press them into your face, leaving a trail of your spit on your face as I do. I push my hips further forward and rest there. "Lick Daddy's ass like the greedy slut you are." You hesitate. I know that you're going to defy my so I reach back and with an open hand slap you hard. My aim is perfect and I feel your full lips beneath my fingers. "Lick Daddy's ass whore!" My voice rising now, knowing that you're conflicted on this, knowing it's something you've never done before. Again nothing so this time I slap you harder, three times, so quickly the slaps seem to merge into one. You whimper but still your tongue stays behind your lips. I reach back and this time I take a handful of your pubic hair and pull it until you relent and hesitantly begin to explore between my ass cheeks with your tongue. "What kind of a slut are you? Do it like you fucking mean it!" With that I lower myself onto your mouth, feeling your tongue at my hole. Back and forth I move my hips so my ass is covering your face and my rigid cock is bouncing around in front of me. Satisfied that you've done what I asked I climb off you and sink to my knees in front of you. I roughly part your legs and without warning I push two fingers deep into your pussy, surprised at the resistance my fingers meet in your unusually dry hole. "Oh you're not so wet now are you cunt?" Is all I can manage, my mind adjusting to the concept of you not being wet when we're naked together. I continue to roughly finger you, not caring that your cunt isn't ready for the assault, not caring that you'll be sore tomorrow. Faster and harder I push and pull, fingers disappearing as deep as I can push. Without breaking rhythm I move up on you. Taking your nipples between my teeth and biting. As always the effect is instantaneous and I feel your juices start to flow. Thick and creamy. I pull my head back, stretching your nipples as I move to your clit and begin to circle. Once again your hips match my rhythm and before long you're close to coming over my fingers. "Not yet slut." I stop at your clit and tell you to move up on the bed. You lay on the pillow, your hair fanned out around you, makeup smudged and your nipples red from the rough treatment. "Close your eyes and open your legs for me." You spread your legs and I slide down between them, pausing for a moment before I bury my face between them and slowly lap at your now sodden pussy. Over and over I lick, your juices sweet on my tongue, your scent musky in my nostrils. I lose all control and greedily devour your tight snatch. Lapping your clit, tongue fucking you, finger fucking you until I feel your orgasm approach once again. Without breaking rhythm I reach into my pocket and take out two of the items I took off the counter and when I feel your orgasm begin to wash over you I clamp both clothespegs onto your hard, tender nipples. You move to sit up but I push down on your arms, trapping you, still eating your cunt until the whimper of pain is replaced with a scream of orgasm as you come into my mouth. "On your hands and knees, now! Don't even think of freeing your nipples." You do as you're told and I stand and remove my clothes, leaving my jeans and the third peg within easy reach. I move behind you and with a sigh I ram my cock into your pussy. I place my hands on your hips and fuck you hard, my balls slapping against your soggy cunt. Over and over I push. Deeper and deeper. My hands hands pulling at your hips. My hands pulling your hair. My hands squeezing the clamps on your nipples. My hands coming down down down onto your soft full ass over and over until it's glowing red. I know you're playing with your clit, I can feel your fingers against my balls. I know you're going to orgasm again so I move your hand away and replace it with my own, circling your clit, reaching for the third peg as I withdraw from you, feeling your body shudder as another orgasm begins and with the same timing as before I clamp the third peg onto your clit just as your orgasm takes over while at the same time ramming my cock into your tight ass. "Are you sorry slut?" "YESSS" "Will you dress like a whore again?" "NOOOOO." "Will you do as I say?" "ALWAAAAYS." "Good girl, Daddy has a gift for you. You can remove the clamps and lay on your back, no peeking." I reach behind the pillows and pull out the real reason I couldn't join you earlier. The real reason I was delayed. I open the polished wooden box and lift the contents from the satin lining. I turn to you and lift your head and slip it around your neck. The fit is perfect. Not loose, not tight, perfect. "You can open your eyes now." You look into my eyes as you run your fingers over your gift. "It it it's beautiful Daddy, thank you". A short time later a single tear escapes your eye as we make love. The first time of many that we'll make love with your leather collar around your neck. Taking Possession of Hannah We've just come home to my new house after an enjoyable meal with lots of flirting and touching. The train ride hope was spent in pretty much one continuous snog with our hands roaming over each others' bodies. At one stage my hand made it all the way under your skirt to reveal a naughty lack of panties. Tracing my fingers along your lips, teasing your clit and sliding a finger into your warm, wet cunt kept us both amused, but I really just wanted to suck your pussy right there on the train, not caring who could see. Even walking home from the station involved groping and attempted removal of clothes in every dark shadow. I close the door, disarm the alarm and stop you from walking up the stairs. I turn you to me, hold you tight and kiss you like I've never kissed anybody in my life. Tonight, Hannah, you become mine. I whisper into your ear that you're to obey every word of mine and step back to look at you. Your breathing deepens as you get an idea of what I might have up my sleeve and although I love staring at your tits through your blouse, they look much better naked. Your white, whispy blouse is ripped from your body by my strong hands, buttons bouncing off the walls as you kick off your shoes. I reach behind you with one hand and unhook your lacy white bra leaving you only in your skirt which shortly joins what's left of your blouse on the floor. I swear I'll never get sick of admiring your naked body. You kiss me quickly and run upstairs giggling before I tell you to, that's one point, one punishment and you're deliberately going to keep earning points to make it a big one. I wait before chasing you and then find you in the lounge, sitting on the sofa with your arms draped across the back, your legs slightly apart with your cunt glistening and you're looking at me smugly. "You know the rules young lady," I start, "and that's one penalty. Get on your knees, hit the floor and don't move." I leave and return with our toybox, now you know you're in for it. Your white leather wrist and ankle cuffs are secured and then I order you to stand and touch your toes. Once in position I secure all four cuffs together and then grab my camera. You're smiling too much as I snap away – this is meant to be a kind of punishment – so I spank your arse five times on each cheek until it's glowing red. Now the grin has gone and you're looking lustful. Time for some more photos and some more fun. The camera is now mounted on its tripod and I kneel behind you, still wearing my suit, before rapidly thrusting my tongue as deep as I can inside your juicy pussy to get as much of your nectar as I can. The remote for the camera hidden in my hand keeps the pictures snapping. I suck on your clit and you almost lose balance. Your hands grip your ankles tightly so that you stay on your feet and you squeal loud enough for the neighbours to know I have you here again. You taste so good. My hands grip your arse cheeks, spreading them to allow me more access to your delicious cunt and my ultimate goal, your puckered arse. You feel my tongue make contact with your forbidden hole and push back against me, wanting me inside you. I produce as much saliva as I can, forcing your sphincter open as my tongue probes you deeper and deeper. Your musky taste spurs me on, but I have other plans. I reach for the toybox and pull out your new friend. You strain to see what I'm doing but this has to be a surprise. It takes you about two seconds to work out that I'm forcing a butt plug up your arse and you moan, pushing back again. I'm quickly realising that you love having your tight little arse abused even though you protest that you only do it because I love it and you feel your job is to please me. The camera keeps snapping as your arse stretches to accommodate the invading monster before snapping closed, trapping the plug for now. I sit where you were taunting me earlier, still fully dressed and looking at you totally bound with a big chunk of latex stretching your tight arsehole. My cock is as hard as it gets when you send me naked photos of yourself at work so I unzip my suit pants, scooch forward to the edge of the sofa and grab you by the hair firmly, leading you slowly to me and forcing you to suck my cock. Your movement is limited because of your binding so I take two handfuls of your beautiful blonde hair and move your head the way I want it, fucking your face with my strong hands and hard cock. Your lips remain tight and I know I'll cum if I keep this up so I stop and stand. My clothes are shed as I stand behind you and play with your plug, pushing on it to make you gasp, pulling it a bit to make you squeal and generally distracting you from the sensation that suddenly fills your cunt as my cock quickly forces you open, only your spit on my cock and your total wetness between this moment and pain. You feel my hands on your hips and know this will be fun. The sensations from the thin membrane of skin between my cock and the plug drive you wild and your orgasm drives closer. You're seeing stars, breathing erratically, gasping and holding your ankles tight as orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, each time your cunt grips my cock and the plug moves around giving me amazing sensations until I thrust as deeply as I can once, twice, three times before moaning to the gods and emptying my entire body's essence into your milking cunt. I hold still, stroking your back with my fingertips and whispering sweet nothings to you as I slowly soften and fall out of you. Then I return to the sofa and watch my cum drip out of you and down your legs. Pulling you closer to me I scoop up the cum and rub it into your still red arse cheeks to soothe them before removing the plug and uncuffing you. You're too exhausted to do much more than stand up straight and stretch a little so I pick you up in my strong arms and carry you to bed. Don't you dare thing you're getting any sleep yet, my little palindrome. Taking Possession of My Lover I apologize for the time gaps in this story but I can't write a novel, yet this is too wonderful of a relationship not to record and share. Ever since I saw the photos her husband had sent, I was captivated by this little blonde beauty. He had sent me several photos before we met. They all show a beautiful blonde with a very pretty face, enchanting grin, short blonde hair with some high lights. Although the photos were all clothed they did show her fair skin, her nice breasts, a perfectly flat tummy, thin thighs topping long legs and pretty dainty feet. I wasn't sure which photo of Linda was my favorite. One showed her face and great smile better, another her tummy, another her breasts, and yet another her long thin legs. Although I almost never masturbate looking at photos of women on the internet the looks of this woman mixed with the possibility of actually meeting her made it impossible not to. I will fast forward a bit to the first meeting at their home. Her husband greeted me at he door and he was as friendly as he had been in our email exchanges and over the phone. When he stepped aside to let me in there she was. As great as her pictures looked she looked far better in person. Over the weeks and months to come she would only become more attractive to me as I got to know her, and her personality came through. As is required in these situations, I needed to not push. As a result instead of walking over to the couch that first night as she sat there with her husband and taking her right then, it was about a month later until we had our first kiss. We were all at a club, and she and I were dancing. Watching this little hottie moving her body so close to me, and looking so seductively at me I decided it was a good time to kiss her. It was a soft tentative kiss at first, then as she responded it quickly grew more passionate. That kiss and everyone since then, has shown proved to me that she and I are the most compatible kisser for me I have ever found. The passion between us has always been there since that first kiss. It doesn't matter whether we are naked in bed with my cock buried inside her, or sitting across the table having dinner talking about our work. A touch of her hands, a bump of her foot, or her look into my eyes with her head slightly down sends my heart racing. Fast forwarding again to about two years later when we had our first opportunity to be alone. I'm not sure about her, but I was as nervous as I was at seventeen on my first date. As she approached my car we acted pretty much like we were teenagers, holding hands, kissing, and grouping each other. During our meetings that followed they were just as thrilling weather she was just sitting on my lap and we were looking into each others eyes, or she was on her hands on her hands and knees sucking my cock while her little hands massaged my cock and balls trying her best to extract all the cum from me she could. From our many conversations about curiosities and sexual interests, we both wanted to experiment more sexually. Of special interest to us was BDSM, and her desire to be dominated by me in a master/slave relationship. From the time I fully realized she wanted me to collar her, my mind was racing. Of course I had had fantasies of playing all sorts of games with Linda, but knowing this was going to be realized was incredible. Neither of us had come out and said it, but we knew the day was coming. I began to make little notes of thing I'd want to do with my lover when we got the time. Through our surfing of the internet, I found a survey. It was written for dominates and submissives to fill out and share with each other to find out each others limits and desires. The survey was four pages long with items as mainstream as dressing in sexy outfits, to as extreme as bloodletting and golden showers. With the surveys completed and exchanged, we knew the next step would be our first session. Obviously I could not officially collar my slave without a collar. The next time we were together I wrapped my hands around her little throat and made a mental note of the size. I only knew one store that would have a good selection of collars. As I searched the store I saw collars that would fit her dainty frame, and more industrial ones that would fit her darker desires. The dainty collars looked to fragile for real use, and the industrial ones to uncomfortable for extended wear. When I saw a medium width leopard spotted collar I knew that was the one. It was very soft, with a heavy D ring on to attach a leash. I bought it along with a medium sized leather flogger. A week later there I was sitting at he head of a hotel bed, and Linda came walking out with her head down. She had a long pink silky ribbon wrapped around her body. She walked her long limbs over to me with her head down and kneeled in front of me and presented it to me like a leash. Here was this gorgeous naked blonde surrendering her body to me. I was almost speechless with my luck and possessing such a lovely creature. As speechless as I was there was so much to be said regarding this wondrous gift. I took Linda's face in my hand and lifted it up so I could look in her beautiful eyes. I asked her if she wanted me to collar her. She said yes. I then produced her collar and told her to lift her hair out of the way. It fit as perfectly around her neck as my cock always fit in her tight little pussy. There I was with my own hot sexy slave to fulfill my every desire. After it was secured in place I asked her who her pussy belonged to, and she said correctly, "It belongs to you Master". I asked her who her body belonged to, and she replied, "It's your's Master". I warned her that she was my slave, and as such she needed to obey me immediately when I gave her directions. She chose a safe word to only be used when she was sure she wanted what ever activity we were doing to stop. I kissed Linda on her lips and we hugged and kissed passionately. I then told her to kneel on the bed with her feet under her ass. I posed my little doll by spreading her knees apart as far as they could comfortably go. I arched her back slightly so that her ass stuck out. I turned her palms up and set them on her thighs. I reached between her legs and gently touched the lips of her pussy, running my middle finger over her clit, down over her lips, and just into the opening of her wet hole. I then slid the finger straight up opening her lips apart. Between her face, ass, legs, the soles of her feet, thin thighs, beautiful breasts, blonde hair and now her spread open pussy all her charms were now on display for my self or anyone else who would look at her to see. I kissed her left cheek and softly and moved my lips to her ear, and instructed her that this was, "Position one, and when I tell you to get in position one you will do it quickly exactly as she is now. I grabbed her hair at the back of her head and made her look up at me, asking if she understood. She said, "Yes Master". I then told her to lift up and get on her hands and knees. I walked around her lifting her face up and brushing her blonde hair from her face. I kissed her again and said, "This is position two. In this position I can inspect your body to see if it looks ready for what ever I might want to do with it". I ran the tip of my right index finger over her lips and the tip of my left index finger down her back, in the groves of her ass cheeks, around the ring of her little asshole, and down to the opening of her pussy, telling her, "When you are in this position I can fuck any of your holes I want". My slave gasped and pushed her soft lips to mine. It was time to examine exactly what I had received in this gift. Moving her hair off her neck and kissed my way from there, down her back and over each of her tight little ass cheeks. My lips drifted back to the small of her back, marveling at the sexy shape of her ass and back. I then continued my taste test down between her cheeks, kissing her tiny asshole, then using my tongue to rim around the outside a bit before wiggling the tip of my tongue slightly inside her ring. I kept the pressure of the tip against her and slid it down circling her pussy. I sucked her lips into my mouth and ran my tongue from her clit up to her pussy. I leaned into it kissing her pussy as if I was giving a passionate tongue kiss on her mouth. As I did this my nose nudged against the bud of her asshole. It was at this moment that I realized that she had taken preparation for our time together seriously, since her pussy and ass smelled and tasted as delicious as her neck and lips. There was so much I wanted to do with her it would take many dozens of meetings to try everything I want. Knowing that I would have other moments to experiment with and test the limits of my little sex toy, I gave it up our games for now in exchange for the intimacy I have never gotten enough of. I told my lover to turn around and we kissed softly. I lay her back on her back and her long legs instinctively spread. I leaned into her as my hard cock stabbed at her wet pussy, our kiss continued as I sank into her bare pussy. The biggest draw back of this position, or one on one sex for that matter, is not being able to watch your lover. I compensated by sitting back with my cock still buried inside her. Here I could look at her flat stomach that's drove me crazy since the first time Linda's husband and I first shared her. I pulled her legs up against my chest running my hands over them as I continued to thrust into her. I wanted to look at and touch every inch of her body at once. The view got even better when she squeezed my arms with her hands, arched her back, and came on the end of my cock. I grabbed her feet kissing them and sucking on a few of her toes. It in my lust filled daze I noticed that her feet like the rest of her body parts each smelled of a different soap or perfume. What an incredible lover to take such care of herself before we meet. Linda's muscles were gripping my cock and squeezing me only the way she can. After a few more positions of enjoying the view of her body at different angles, I knew I was close to cumming. She was on her hands and knees (position two) and her gripping pussy got the best of me. Just as my orgasm began I pulled out and sprayed over her back and ass. Her sexy back side looked even better glossy with my cum. We lay there in the glow whispering and stroking each others skin we enjoyed our first real time alone. Sharing Linda with her husband was always wonderful and I hope to do it much more in the future, however having her to alone and taking control of her is a special treat. * I hope you enjoyed my recounting of this true story. If other enjoy it I will add other installments. I appreciate any feedback.