He sighed and felt a sense of loss, of what he did not know. Anticlimax after all the intensity perhaps.He settled into an armchair and fell asleep un...til midday, and awoke to find that the rain had stopped but the day was still cold, grey and damp. He had fancied a walk round central London, but the weather was not welcoming, so he got out his laptop, connected the ethernet cable and spent some time surfing and catching up on emails. Then he got up his final report and re-read it, suspecting. He was calling me names like cocksucker, faggot, bitch and pussy. I was very surprised that I was really enjoying being used like this. He grabbed my head and pulled it off his cock. He pointed the camera right at my face and asked me who I belonged to. I looked right into the camera and said I belonged to him. He continued to point the camera at me calling me names. Then with the camera still pointed at me he asked me what I was. Without hesitation I looked straight at the camera and. Bringing himself back to the present, he ordered Iztel to care for her, and quickly left. Katla, vaguely hearing voices, woke for her slumber. Seeing the rooms other occupant, a girl about her own age, she shrank away from the girl, not sure what to expect now. Iztel spoke to her gently. ‘My name is Iztel, and I know your language. Please do not be frightened, for this is a good house. I am to help you prepare to meet the master.’ She took Katla by the elbow and gently pulled her toward the. As he walked out through the door his terminalbinged with the sound of an incoming message. He stopped, looked at it, anddecided to go back. The screen came up withthe secure mail logo and prompted him for his security code. This was weird. Healmost never got secure mail. He entered his code and the screen flashedbriefly, resolving into a simple typed message: ?Please meet Mr. DominicD'Attillio at Le Caveau Restaurant at 12:00 noon today for lunch. It is a matter of someimportance.? Michael.