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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 4


"Do I still have to go to school?" I wondered.

"Of course." Mr. Reiser laughed and he was driving us to a restaurant,
even though my mom had prepared a dinner for him, for all of us.

We hadn't stayed very long after Mr. Reiser had fucked me. Just long
enough for me to take a shower and double check the bag my mom had
packed for me. Enough time for my mom to wash the semen stains out of
Mr. Reiser's trousers. He'd borrowed a clean shirt from my dad, it was
a salmon colored Izod polo that my dad liked to wear for golfing.
Letting Mr. Reiser borrow it because I'd cum all over the man's white
dress shirt probably seemed funny, but daddy hadn't complained and Mr.
Reiser hadn't even blushed.

"Can I go to the same school I'm going to now?"

"No." He shook his head. "There's a segregated school for domestics,
you'll go there in the morning."

"Oh." I tried to hide my disappointment. "How long will you keep me?"

"As long as I want." Mr. Reiser said. "Maybe forever."

"What?" I giggled. "You can't keep me when I'm old. I was freeborn."

"The law says I can keep you until you're thirty-six." Mr. Reiser
shrugged. "Twenty years. Do you think you'll want to leave me when
you're thirty-six?"

"I don't know." I frowned at that because I couldn't even imagine
being twenty.

"Most slaves don't." The man told me, sounding like he knew all about
it. "If they're kept that long it isn't because they're slaves."

"It's not?"

"It's because they want to stay." Mr. Reiser said.

"Maybe they're scared to leave."

"Same thing, isn't it?" Mr. Reiser asked me with a glance and I
shrugged because I didn't know. "Imagine a girl who's been a slave for
twenty years being set free. She has no money; her parents are old and
she has no husband, or even a boyfriend. She might have some children,
if she's been bred by a careless Master, half white bastards who can't
get any kind of social services, no school or medicine, just handouts
from the Salvation Army on Christmas Eve. She's cold, hungry, and
alone...Don't you think she'd rather stay?"

I shivered, not liking that picture very much at all and not really
understanding what he was trying to tell me. A girl couldn't be a
slave longer than twenty years, not a freeborn one anyway, and that
was what I was. He'd have to let me go and most freeborn were set free
after just a year or two. My mom had been a slave until she was barely
twenty and the man had set her free so she could marry my daddy. We
were the minority, just five percent of all blacks, and the
abolitionists called us Uncle Toms mostly, or Poster Niggers, cause we
were the black people who made the South look good. I didn't know much
about that stuff though and mostly I didn't want to.

"You don't have to think about any of that." Mr. Reiser frowned. "I
shouldn't have said it. You're too sweet to worry about such things."

My mood had changed now and I was feeling homesick, just fifteen
minutes after leaving. I knew I was a slave and that didn't bother me,
it had to happen sooner or later and I was lucky it was Mr. Reiser.
Being child of free parents I enjoyed some rights and privileges, not
many, but more than most black people, the ones who worked the
factories and fields, the ones who were bought and sold everyday and
would never be free. My parents, my daddy especially, had hoped that
me being girly like I am, a sissy and queer, would keep me safe. A lot
of freeborn weren't ever slaves. My mom had her own reasons for
treating me as a girl, but she'd been hopeful too, and now I imagined
she was crying.

I was in the minority, a small class of people who were neither black
nor white, really, but grey somehow. I just had to do my time in
chains and then...I didn't want to think about what Mr. Reiser had said.
I would never have tried to look that far into the future by myself
and I doubted too many other sixteen year olds would either. It was
how the country kept the grey class grey and small and easily managed.
One child was all they could have and that one could be taken away at
sixteen, returned later at the whim of his or her owner. People like
my parents were grateful for that. I was grateful and even sitting
there, reasoning it all out for the first time in my life, I couldn't
find the strength to rebel against it.

Some did, a very few, but I wasn't one of those.

"Here we are. Smile for me now, we'll have a good time." Mr. Reiser
said, parking his car while black valets opened our doors. "This is an
Owners Club."

"Owners Club?" I forced myself to smile and got out carefully, still
wearing my same outfit from Saucy's, including my thong, still damp
and stained with sperm. He hadn't let me wash or change that, I'd just
put it back on after my shower.

"This is where masters bring their mistresses." Mr. Reiser chuckled.
"That's a bad pun, I know."

"Oh." I giggled lightly but I didn't really get it at first, not until
we were inside.

"Wait." He told the valet and I stood near the steps as Mr. Reiser
retrieved a plastic bag from the glove compartment. He nodded then and
closed the passenger door, letting the boy drive off.

"You need this now." My new Master told me and it was a red bag, waxed
shut and marked with the state seal.

"Yes sir." I swallowed hard and I knew what it was.

Mr. Reiser broke the seal and removed a square of thin plastic, or
some other material. I have no idea what it was made of and I'd never
seen one for real before, but I knew what it was. All black people
did. I held out my left arm for him, wrist up without being told to do
so and Mr. Reiser handed the empty bag to one of the servants who were
standing there and then peeled the plastic away, much like a decal and
he pressed the rubbery part of it to my skin, squeezing it to my flesh
for ten or fifteen seconds, maybe longer, and then he pulled it away.

"That should do it." He said and we both looked at my arm, but of
course there was nothing to see.

"Thank you, Master." I said softly and it may seem strange,
considering I'd just been tattooed a slave.

He took the plastic envelope back and put the marker inside it,
folding it into his jacket. He'd have to submit it with my paperwork
for ownership the following day. I was scanned at the door, a black
man using a blue light to make the tattoo glow and it was for Mr.
Reiser's satisfaction more than anything else, since the servant had
just seen it applied to me. The tattoo wouldn't wash off or wear off,
it was as permanent as they could make such things and I'd have it
until I was set free again.

"Now you're mine." Mr. Reiser smiled and I nodded, feeling nothing at
all at his words, except perhaps a sense of relief that it was done. I
was officially a slave, as my mother had been, and her mother before
her.

The place he'd brought me was an old plantation manor, or maybe a new
building just made to look that way. It was located on the edge of the
city proper, set back across a vast lawn with a long drive lined with
big old cottonwood trees and well maintained shrubs. It was all very
impressive, even at night, especially as the house was lit up from
within and without, with gleaming white columns and steps and huge
golden windows set in the alabaster façade. Just inside the main
entrance, Mr. Reiser was greeted by a very large black man wearing a
burgundy uniform and it was all very formal it seemed to me.

Every man there, except for the employees of course, was white, and
every one of them was accompanied by a black girl, so far as I could
tell. This was where the Masters slipped away from their white wives
to enjoy an evening with their black slaves, Mr. Reiser explained and
we were walking slowly through the first floor. They couldn't be seen
like this in a normal restaurant or club, the best places were all
segregated anyway and a black girl wouldn't be allowed inside, slave
or not. So for the last sixty years or so, slave owners had formed and
joined private gentlemen's clubs, owners clubs like this one. They'd
probably done it before the First Civil War as well, but I didn't know
for sure. It was upscale, very expensive to join, and offered a
discrete, yet public outlet for these men to enjoy their slaves in the
company of other owners.

So many of the other women I saw were beautiful and they were dressed
much better than I was. I felt very self-conscious in that slutty
outfit I was wearing, but Mr. Reiser didn't seem to notice at all. I
did see some other girls too, dressed rather sexily, even whorish some
of them, and they were all younger it seemed, like me. Perhaps it was
an age thing, I wasn't sure, but I definitely noticed that the women
in their late twenties or early thirties, they were all nicely
dressed, many of them wearing jewels and gold and looking very proud
and pointedly ignoring girls like me. Their white Masters fawned over
them, some of them, and it was obvious that at least a few of the
couples I saw were in love.

The younger girls were giggling and smiling, flirting shamelessly and
drawing attention to their blatant sexuality. They made me nervous,
the way the older women made me shy. I saw a girl on her knees in an
alcove, mouthing her Master's cock, and another was plainly fucking
her Master on a loveseat, her skirt modestly covering their union, but
the look on her face was one of pure rapture and their orgasms
couldn't be far off. Such scenes were the exceptions however, as most
of the people were more restrained in their behavior. It wasn't an
orgy or anything, but it was clear that the morals of the place were
completely relaxed. It was difficult for me not to stare at some of
the people as we made our way through the house and it was a large
one, a true mansion with sitting rooms and a lounge with a bar, and a
black man playing a piano. I heard the clink of billiards from
somewhere, the dull talk and laughter of men drinking, and smelled
food finally. It reminded me that I was very hungry just then.

"If you'll excuse me, Dani, I'm going to change my clothes." Mr.
Reiser told me. "Jacket and tie required for dinner, I'm afraid. I'll
be right back. If you want to freshen up, it's just there." He pointed
towards a door marked Ladies Powder Room and I nodded, but I didn't
need it.

"Yes sir." I was all I said, being unsure exactly how I was supposed
to behave in that place.

He went through a door marked Gentlemen's Dressing Room and that made
sense, I supposed. I wondered if that was the men's bathroom too,
because I was hopeless new to all this. I looked around and there were
plenty of chairs and sofas and loveseats, arranged in the spacious
halls in between the drawing rooms and whatnot. The whole place was
rather intimidating to me and I finally settled onto a leather sofa
near the wall, crossing my legs and sitting very stiffly as people
passed, black employees and white members, and of course their black
female guests.

"Hi." A girl sat down next to me, a black girl maybe a year or two
older, and dressed in silver short-shorts and a matching silver bikini
top.

She looked so completely out of place like that, I just stared at her
for a moment, but then I supposed it was no worse than what I was
wearing. There was just a lot less of it, but we were both showing a
ridiculous amount of skin. She was pretty too, with large breasts that
I envied and a large round ass like a lot of black girls have. I
didn't envy that so much, I was happy with my smaller, firmer and
certainly no less round butt.

"Hello." I said after my initial hesitation and she was opening her
purse, fixing her lipstick.

"New here? You gotta be freeborn, me too. Just get picked up?" She
asked me and she liked to talk, I could tell.

"Um, yeah. I guess so." I nodded. "My uh...Owner is changing."

"Owner, yeah." She laughed. "It's okay, everybody has one. Mine's
calling his wife."

"Oh."

"She hates me. See?" She leaned forward, pulling left bikini cup down
and I could see some long thin scars on her skin, around the girl's
big black nipple. Some whitish and older maybe, others sort of pink
and red and looking fresh.

"What happened?" I blinked at that.

"She whips my tits. My ass too." The girl shrugged.

"What?" I frowned. "Why would she do that?"

"Because her husband loves me." The girl smiled. "Why else? White
people are so weird."

"Doesn't he get mad?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but what's he gonna do about it? She's his wife." The
girl put her makeup away. "Your owner married?"

"I don't know." I swallowed hard.

"Probably, huh?" She shrugged. "It's the wives you gotta watch out
for, believe me."

"Okay."

"None of the girls here like the wives." She giggled. "Unless they're
dykes or whatever, but they have their own club, so...I gotta go. See
ya."

"Yeah, okay." I said, but she was already bouncing away towards a
short fat white guy who was smiling at her.

That gave me something new to think about. Was there a Mrs. Reiser?
And if there was, what would she think of me? Was she going to be mad
because her husband had sex with me? Was she going to punish me for
it, as if it was my fault that he'd bought me? Because that was what
he'd done. He'd just have to pay the government for the right to own
another person; my parents didn't get a dime of that money. Was Mrs.
Reiser going to hurt me? I was already nervous enough, confused and
homesick and now this on top of it.

I wanted to go home; this wasn't what I'd expected when I'd been
kissing Mr. Reiser on my mom's sofa.

"Hi, Dani, hey...What's wrong?"

Mr. Reiser was back after ten minutes and he must have had a full
change of clothes in that room because now he was wearing a casual
mustard suit with an olive tie. It was nice but my mind was on other
things and he could tell.

"Are you, um, married?" I asked, looking up at him as he stood in
front of me.

"Married?" Mr. Reiser smiled.

"A girl, she was here and she told me her owner's wife whips her
sometimes and nobody likes their owner's wives and I really don't want
to be whipped or anything..." I said it all fast, with one deep breath
and I was almost going to cry.

"Nobody is going to whip you." He narrowed his eyes and held out his
hands for me to take.

"...I don't want to be in trouble." I took his hands slowly, letting him
pull me to my feet.

"I'm not married." Mr. Reiser told me. "I have a housekeeper and a
cat."

"Oh." I took a deep breath.

"You're not allergic to cats are you?" He cocked his head slightly.

"No."

"Good. I'd hate to move." Mr. Reiser smiled. "It's his house."

"What?" I giggled. "What do you mean?"

"You never had a cat, huh?" He held my hand, leading me towards the
dining room. "If you did you'd understand."

"I had a puppy once." I smiled at him, feeling relived that the man
wasn't married and I looked at his hand just to make sure, but rings
come off easily anyway.

"And now I have one." He teased me. "A cute, sexy, fuck puppy all my
own."

"Oh!" I gasped and felt my skin burn as he hadn't whispered that or
anything. I looked around and there were men watching me, the way they
do sometimes, but nobody was paying attention to what Mr. Reiser had
just said, I hoped.

"Table for two, sir?" A young black woman asked and she was the
hostess evidently. "Smoking or non-smoking?"

It was just like being in any other restaurant I'd ever been in and we
were soon seated at a small round table. The food was served at a
buffet and we sat there long enough for Mr. Reiser to order wine and a
moment later I had a glass in front of me. I stared at it, having
never drank alcohol in my life and I wondered why the waiter had given
it to me. He had to know I wasn't old enough to drink, the drinking
age was twenty-one.

"Let's have a little toast." Mr. Reiser picked up his glass and I took
mine tentatively. "To your father's new job."

"Okay." I smiled and Mr. Reiser was waiting on me, I thought, so I
took a sip and the bubbles tickled my nose but it tasted really good,
kind of sweet and nice.

"Do you like champagne?" He asked me.

"Is that what this is?" I smiled. "Yeah, it's good. But...I'm not
supposed to..."

"You can here, don't worry." Mr. Reiser told me. "You can do whatever
I want you to and nobody will care. Well, anything within reason."

"Okay." I nodded at that and sipped some more champagne, giggling
because my parents would kill me if they knew I was drinking.

"Let's get something to eat, shall we?" My Reiser started to get up
and I was just following along with my little tummy growling softly.
The food smelled really good.

"Do you usually eat that much?" Mr. Reiser smiled at me as we sat down
and I'd put a lot of food on my plate, a little bit of everything and
I smiled sheepishly.

"No." I admitted. "I'm just...Hungry."

"Okay, that's fair." He nodded. "I just don't want to see you spoiling
your body."

"Spoiling it?" I glanced down and I didn't think I had much of a body
anyway.

"I'm going to get you some tits, soon. I'll have to make the
arrangements, but by the end of the month I should think."

"Um, okay." I blinked at that.

"You're going to be a girl for me, but you're keeping your cock and
balls." Mr. Reiser said conversationally and again I felt hot all
over. "I like that about you. I like it a lot, so we're going to talk
to some doctors. I want you on female hormones, but I want that little
girl cock of yours working too, understand me?"

"I think so." I said, taking a small bite of my prime rib. "I take
some pills already."

"Hmmm...We'll see what the doctors say. I like it hard and like it when
you cum for me, okay?" He smiled. "I want to see your cock hard all
the time, so maybe there's something we can do about that too."

"All the time?" I asked, glancing around nervously, but the tables
were far enough apart to give some privacy.

"Uh-huh." He nodded, eating slowly while we talked. "We'll work out a
diet too, get you some aerobics or dance classes or something. Do you
like to dance?"

"Yeah...Yes sir." I smiled. "I think so."

"I picked you because I love your body, Dani." He told me bluntly. "I
like your personality too, but we don't know each other that well yet.
So for now, I'm just going to make sure you're the fucktoy I want and
worry about the rest of you as it happens, okay?"

"Yes sir." I said softly, lowering my eyes and this wasn't the sort of
conversation I'd imagined us having over a nice dinner, or anytime for
that matter.

"Don't be mad, and don't be sad; I'm telling you the truth." Mr.
Reiser told me. "I'll never lie to you and if I catch you lying to me
about anything, I'll punish you."

"Punish me?" I looked up at that, feeling like he was punishing me
right then for some reason.

"You might decide to try and runaway sometime." Mr. Reiser continued,
ignoring my questioning looks. "Do you know what the punishment for
that is?"

"Rehabilitation." I said, sucking my lips.

"That's right and it isn't up to me, it's the law." He told me and I
knew that already. "If you run away you will be caught and you will be
rehabilitated. When I get you back..."

"What?" I asked although I was afraid to.

"I'll sell you." He told me. "I won't keep a runaway, not even a girl
as special as you."

"Sell me, but..." I stared at him and I started shaking slightly. I
wasn't feeling very hungry anymore either and I just held my fork in
the air.

"I'll put you on the black market, on the slaver's block, have you
heard of that?" Mr. Reiser asked me and I shook my head. "It's where
freeborn end up if they're not careful, illegal slaves that nobody
cares about because they just disappear."

"Disappear?" I could barely get the word out.

"Are you frightened, Dani?" Mr. Reiser sipped his champagne and I
nodded. "Good, remember how it feels. Don't ever forget it and you'll
never have to feel it again, I promise."

"Yes sir."

"You be my good girl, Dani." He was saying. "You do what I want. You
be honest with me, and you don't have to be afraid of anything. Now,
drink your champagne...That's it...All of it, the whole glass..."

I drank the champagne quickly and Mr. Reiser refilled my glass,
telling me to drink all of that one as well and I felt light-headed at
the end of it, but much more relaxed. He poured me a third glass,
emptying the bottle, and he let me sip that one as I started eating
again.

He'd frightened me terribly with his talk, but he was right. I didn't
have to be afraid because I wasn't going to do anything wrong. I
wasn't going to run away or disobey him, I knew that. I wanted to be
happy with him and I looked forward to pleasing Mr. Reiser. I'd been
brought up knowing I'd have a Master someday, it was inevitable, now
that day was here and I wasn't fighting it. I accepted it happily, the
way my own mother had, and her parents before her.

After it was over, I'd have a different life. I'd be free again and
forever, able to have my own family, although I wasn't too sure about
finding a woman to marry and have a baby with. Women held no
attraction for me at all, but that was something different and
distant, and I pushed it out of my head. Or at least I tried to push
it out. Perhaps I'd find a free black man and he'd take me as his
wife, that was a nice thought, and if we couldn't have a baby, we'd
live with it. We might be able to adopt, there were a lot of babies
out there, a lot of half-breeds who needed parents, and...

"Now the good news." Mr. Reiser smiled and he was happy I was eating.
"I'll let you visit your parents every Sunday, for now at least.
Sunday afternoons, alright? I know you miss them already and your
mother will be worried, you can call them tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Reiser." I smiled at that and it was more than I'd
hoped for really, being able to see them every week.

"Do you know how to drive yet?" He asked me and I nodded because I'd
just gotten my license. "Good, I have a car for you already, so..."

"Really?" I smiled at him and the man laughed.

"Yeah, really." He said. "I'll expect you to run the house eventually
and so you'll need to get around right?"

"Run the house?"

"The household?" He smiled. "Dani, I expect you to be like a wife in a
lot of ways, not just in the bedroom. You're not my guest, or my
servant, alright?"

"But...I'm just a slave." I thought I'd had too much of that champagne
and I shook my head slightly as if to clear it.

"Look, Dani..." Mr. Reiser was speaking slowly, considering his words. "...
I want a wife, okay? But I don't want a woman, first of all. And
secondly, I don't want a white woman."

"Oh." I kind of frowned, not understanding him.

"I like...I love, black boys who look like girls." He tilted his head.
"Unfortunately, there just aren't very many of you around, at least
none who look like you do. You're beautiful, Dani, and in a perfect
world I'd take you out for a nice dinner, offer you a diamond ring,
and marry you."

"Ahhhh..." I swallowed hard as I tried to imagine all of that.

"As it is, I can only buy you and hope that there's a girl I can love
inside the body that I adore." He shrugged. "If I'm really lucky, then
someday you'll love me too."

"But I'm still your slave." I said.

"I can set you free anytime I want." He smiled. "But then it becomes a
little harder to explain to the boys at the country club why I'm
living with a black transsexual, doesn't it? Can you see my dilemma?"

"So..." I drank more champagne. "...Even if I do really love you, and you
love me, you'd still keep me as a slave just so..."

"Nobody would know." He sighed. "Yeah. Pathetic, isn't it?"

"Then why bring me here? Aren't you worried about someone finding out
about me, or us or whatever?"

"Here?" Mr. Reiser chuckled and glanced around. "What happens here
never happened once we leave. It's the golden rule."

I smiled and looked down.

"We live in a society full of hypocrites. So long as you're my slave,
I can love you."

"And if I'm free?"

"If you're free?" He shrugged. "I have to ignore you like every other
negra I pass on the street."

We'd finished our meal and my little brain felt overfull with all of
Mr. Reiser's talk. At times he'd sounded almost abolitionist with some
of the things he said and that was frightening, but at other times he
sounded very much like I'd expect a white slave owner to sound. I
still wasn't sure exactly what he expected of me, other than sex I
mean, but even I could understand that the man did want something more
than a sissy for his bed. Companionship, I suppose, but he was right,
we didn't know each other at all, not as people, and so it would take
some time. I was just a sixteen year old girl, on the inside at least,
and so falling in love was easy, wanting and dreaming, all of it. Mr.
Reiser was older, much older, and so he was more practical, I suppose.

"I want to show you something before we go home." Mr. Reiser told me
and he was bringing me downstairs, into the cellars of that large
manor.

The underground was clean enough and well lit, but roughly finished
and deliberately so, I thought, with a stone floor and brick walls.
There were heavy beams crossing the ceiling and pillars to support the
house above. Much of it was for storage I assumed, but not all of it,
and I found myself in a largish room with metal folding chairs and a
small stage. There was a podium and before I could wonder what the
place was used for, Mr. Reiser was leading me through another door and
into another room and I did know what that place was.

I stopped a few feet inside it and I didn't want to go on. I didn't
need to, I could see the cages, iron cages built to hold humans and
they were empty now, but the smell was overpowering. There was a
stench of sweat and fear and this was where slaves were held before
they were auctioned off in the other room. I'd never seen such a place
before and I didn't like it. Who would?

"Let's go home now." Mr. Reiser said and he'd shown me what he needed
to, we didn't talk about it.


End of chapter 04
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