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Summary
So, Jason, you see why I'm so high on Trent Hamilton as the next appointee to the President's Advisory Council. Here's a man whois an exemplary blend of tough-minded businessman, no-nonsense Head of Household, compassionate Master and true friend.
He could have ignored my efforts to purchase Robin. He could simply have let her go to her punishment as a roast for one of Andy Hartwig's clients. By now she would have been cooked, eaten and forgotten by everyone except me. But he sympathized with my emotional affliction and did not simply dismiss it, as most men would, as a foolish and unhealthy throwback to the bad old days when men ignored the laws of nature by concentrating most of their affection on one female. Instead he responded to my agony and provided me with a way to buy her and keep her around for my own use.
Robin is convinced he took advantage of me (for which, she says, she loves me all the more). And, of course, the possibility had not eluded my own thoughts. In fact, when he came to pick up the two girls, I asked him straight out if he'd set the whole thing up with Andy Hartwig. He just laughed and said, “You'll never know, will you?” And he's right. I'll never know because it doesn't matter. We both got what we wanted. He got prime virgin pussy at a bargain price (which he has since sold for an obscene profit), and I got a female who sets me afire every time she comes close and has turned into the best damned Fitness Coordinator I've ever had.
In fact, since Robin has been in charge of diet and exercise for the females in my household, there's been a marked improvement in their body shapes, muscle tone and the quality of their meat. She convinced me to add fifteen new bargain brides to my pride and brought in top studs to impregnate them, so now I've got a rapidly expanding new crop of calves which she promises will be worth a fortune at my retirement.
The most amazing thing she's done is to work with the Education Coordinator to establish a whole new attitude among the females. There's now a 24-7 emphasis on instilling in each girl pride in her destiny, giving her joy in the knowledge that the highest and noblest calling of any female is to offer her body up to feed her fellow humans. To this end she has instituted the tradition of a gala congratulatory party (i.e. orgy) for every girl about to be sent to auction. As an extra incentive, any girl who volunteers herself for the next meat auction gets her own private suite for a full week, plus a daily massage, exemption from all chores, first crack at all the visiting boys and the right to plan all her meals for the week. It's working! These days the fifteen-year-olds can hardly wait to volunteer. They actually come to me and ask when's the next auction they can volunteer for!
Incidentally, in case you're wondering: Robin was pregnant with a boy, but the embryo miscarried, as most do. However, Trent tells me Shadow is about to deliver twins, and one of them is a boy (which practically guarantees her at least ten more years before she's sold for meat), and Kitten has earned a fearsome reputation in his household as the Enforcer from hell. In fact, she's having so much fun in the Punishment Room, he's afraid one day soon she'll go too far with some unlucky female and wind up on the auction block the way Robin did. If Andy H. happens to be there looking for a good buy (and Trent insists Andy really does cater to the live roasting market), I'm afraid poor Kitten's conversion to meat will not be a happy one. I'd also guess the chances of a love-besotted Romeo being on hand to save her are pretty slim.
But all this is human interest drivel. The important and critical thing here is that you sit down at your computer at once and fire off to the President a resounding endorsement of Trent Hamilton as his best choice for the Advisory Council before . . . .
Oh shit. Robin just came into the room wearing that incredibly sexy over-the- shoulder wrap that drives me wild. And she's got something in her hand. I hope it isn't . . . yes it is. It's my favorite toy. She's come up behind my chair. Now she's nibbling on my neck and right ear lobe. There's no way I can resist this, and she knows it. She's already undone my belt and her fingers are well on their way to discovering the success of her strategy. She's whispering in my ear, calling me her sweet, handsome Master and begging me to punish her for her impertinence so she can prove how much she loves me. She's opening my shirt now and kissing her way down my chest. I know where this is going and my rod is already up and waiting, ready to render the “punishment” she wants and so richly deserves. Call me old-fashioned and senile, but God! how I love her!
Gotta go now!
Your friend: Curt
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