The cameras couldn't be mounted in walls because they wouldn't have the flexibility to be moved around if the chosen spot was not optimum for my viewi...ng pleasure. That meant a cabinet to conceal the camera. But a cabinet meant that there had to be something in the cabinet that the girls would want in their bedrooms and bathrooms. My second inspiration struck. A radio!As I told you we were in a small town in western Minnesota. There might be 10,000 lakes in the state but there are damn few radio. Now my hands move.. out of my own control they venture on your magnificent body, moving under your blouse slowly wandering from your flat stomach, trekking along your belly button I feel the cold metal or a rugged piercing. I cannot help myself but play with it for a moment rolling it in between my thumb and forefingers, you giggle at my pestering of the charm. I finally release it letting it rest in the spot of your button hole and my hands continue to rise up to that lustful mount atop your. “I'd seen you chatting to someone earlier and thought she might know you. So I asked if she knew who that pretty Asian girl in the blue skirt was, as I had found something that I thought might be hers and I'd like to return it. 'Oh, you must mean Evelyn. I think she's left now, but I can give you her number if you like. Better still, here's her address.' And that was that – in a flash I'd been given all I needed to know, and here I am. Hope you don't mind. If it's a problem, I'll leave, of. In the silence Lanti spoke up in a choked voice, "Master?" Speak slave." May I suggest that you ask her how she knows it was ten days?"Big Master turned back to me. "Well then, how do you know it was ten days slave girl?"I started to babble. I covered landmarks and camp events and rules I made and changed for the game until he held up a hand."Quiet."Then he looked behind me at the guards in the tent. "Ten days. A five year old girl was playing dangerous games out in open, where anyone could see.