"Mo has menus from about a million places."Mo — don't you dare call me Maureen — was my secretary. She was perhaps 240 years old. She had been old... when I was a child and that was 30 years before. But she still was going strong. She had been my caregiver as a child (Mo hated the word babysitter, too). She was my caregiver as an adult.I filled the muscle I brought along about why I was visiting Mr. Federici. I didn't begrudge him his attempt to collect upon a debt. That was his right as a. Yes mmmm yes master ooooomm@ I hear you return but Iknow you cannot help feeling the way you do for you=re my slut and I love it. I come back into theroom and run the ice cubes along your still sore ass.?? Ssss mmm master...@ I move them up your back and down to yournipples as I watch them get harder from the coolness? oo master ahhmm@I move my other hand down under you and hook the nipple clips to your nipplesand I hear you yelp and moan in surprise. ??????????? ??????????? Mm how Iknow how. When I slammed the door open he jumped, startled out of his chair. I banged the door shut and slapped him twice as hard as I could, right, left. “You weaselly fucker! You lied to me! You cheated on me!”My blows knocked him backwards to the bed where he sat heavily looking at me stunned, his cheeks were bright red with the imprint of my open hands. I was almost done with him but I wanted two things. “Give me my pictures back you asshole, and the information for the room. I’m taking it.” It. I was in a room wherethe noise level was such that if I screamed it could never be heard causethe room was sealed off. You see the shop was in the server room and in thecorner behind all the cooling units. inside the shop it was quiet enoughbut you needed to hit a button to alert someone if something happened.There was a fire escape but I was in too much pain to reach the door muchless the button. I lay there screaming in pain and as I was sweatingprofusely my body lost all control and I lost.