But one batch will be in afternoon and another batch will be at night, so that I get proper rest in between. He said that there is an advance booking ...for me today and I should get ready for that. He continued that there will be full pack on ground floor as 72 guests are invited today for the show, so I have to use one line to go and another line to return. I was required not to show any discomfort if anyone gropes me and keep a smile always on. Even if my colleagues showed or made ugly faces. My husband? Dylan? The door opened. A figure entered, but I couldn’t see the face. It wasn’t Dylan though, I knew from the stature. Murada-san stood up to leave, patting him on the arm as she left the room. The figure came over to my chair. The dying embers cast a dim glow upon Sasha’s face. I gasped aloud. He took my hand. I looked away. My brain went numb. ‘I’ve come to bring you home, sweetheart.’ ‘Oh…. No. How can this…?’ He turned on the light, pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. I. There was a cross on a mirrored wall by the bed the bed and against the wall opposite the door was what she assumed was a place to pray. There was a narrow, open topped table and at the other end of the short table was a place to kneel. A large cross was hanging in front of the table on another mirrored wall. She stood quietly, staring at the cross until she heard the preacher speak."Come over here and stand before me, Felicity," Wilson instructed as he led the fourteen-year-old girl to the big. I brought with me some nipple clamps with a chain connecting them, a ball gag, some duck tape, and a flogging whip. I walked up to the door of her house with my thing in a duffel bag. I knocked on the door and when she answered the look of surprise on her face was priceless. Before she even had a chance to say anything I forced my way in and grabbed her by the neck. Looking her straight in the eye I told her “I’m going to punish you for being a slut.” She didn’t say anything but just.