The following story is one I found in my grandfather's files shortly after my father's death.The following story is one I found in my grandfather's files shortly after my father's death. Why my father never shared them with me, I don't know, but I expect he also thought that he had managed to keep his interest in submissive women a secret, which he had in fact failed to do. I came across several of his adventures as well, which I will share with you someday. Hope you enjoy this story about my grandfather and Ashleigh. -o- It wasn't an ordinary Lincoln. Big Roy had spent more than enough on it to have bought a much flashier car, but it was important to him that it not attract too much attention. The casual observer wouldn't notice the burgundy leather upholstery or the walnut and ash trim that graced the inside of the big sedan, but Big Roy took great pride in the interior as well as the big engine that he had also had installed at great expense. When Anthony opened the back door the first thing I was aware of was the smell of all that leather. The second thing was her legs. The temptation is to say that after seeing her legs I don't remember much else, but thankfully for the preservation of life's significant moments I remember every detail. Her name was Ashleigh. She had been variously employed as a model and as a dancer prior to meeting Big Roy, and was now blissfully unemployed, but nonetheless quite busy. Those outside the family assumed Ashleigh to be Big Roy's wife and seldom saw them when they were not in the company of each other. The truth was that they had never married and that Big Roy treated her quite differently than one might his wife. Nothing could have please Ashleigh more, frankly. It was a comfortable life she led, much more comfortable than the life she had been accustomed to prior to her "selection" by Big Roy. She lived in more splendor than she had even dreamed of and found her every need supplied. Supplying those needs was no small job either. Thats where I enter the story. Ashleigh was important to Big Roy for a number of reasons. It was important in those days for a man of his stature to be seen in the company of beautiful women, and Ashleigh certainly was beautiful. |