Allie gently opened the door to find the blonde standing outside, smiling at her."Long day, huh?", she asked."Y-yeah...", Allie responded timidly."You... seemed lonely, so I thought I'd stop by. Your name's Allie, right?", she asked, helping herself inside and crashing on Allie's bed. Allie didn't feel like she could do anything but nod."This is rough, isn't it?", Angela asked."Rough doesn't even begin to describe it..." Yeah, tell me about it. I don't have time for this. I have things I need to. But who else was there? While Willow took stock of the new development Liza started to lose her patience. She put the laptop on the bedside table and got up to the bed. She took Willow’s head in her hand and reached around and unclasped the gag. She fixated Willow with her steely gaze. - I asked you a question girl-slave. What do you think of this schedule?Willow trembled and again failed to answer. She tried to turn away when Liza slapped her cheek. The slap left a rosy mark. “Stacey what are you doing?”“I want to rub you gently; it might make you feel better. I know it would make me feel a little better!” Her hand now on my stomach and softly running back and forward across it. She’s right it does actually feel good and does distract from the pain. Her soft touch not pressing too hard. Just lightly tracing over it all. It gives some comfort and I moan in satisfaction. “See it does help!” She pauses “so will this.”Before I can think what, she means, her lips almost. She started with the large artillery first to soft us up. ‘Allison, I see you’re much improved since you have left the control of the Syndicate in San Diego, and I also must start by saying you have our gratitude for removing a certain Doctor ‘M’ from his very active and overly invasive practice. I can assure you, that the two of us, and some of the men and women that we represent and can speak for, appreciate the many sacrifices that each of you has personally made.’ Apparently, their.