"Rosie certainly wasn't very happy - pinning Justy to the wall as soon as she closed and locked the conference room door. “Look at this," she scream...ed into Justy's face.Justy went very pale, recognising the pile of twisted metal, plastic, batteries and wires on the table as a destroyed chastity belt.“I had to cut this disgusting thing off my beautiful daughter - who do you suppose locked her into it?”“My daughter Moll?” breathed Justy. “Are you sure?”“Yes - your disgusting Domme daughter Moll. Two times before you start your lines.She didn’t need to slip her hand beneath the waistband of her jeans to see if she was wet; her panties had been uncomfortably damp since the airport. In a moment of decision, she quickly unfastened her jeans and sat up to tug them off, along with her underwear.“What are you like?” she asked herself.She didn’t have an answer. In some ways, she felt almost humiliated by the long, aching weekend with Henry but most of her felt lazily satisfied. There was. “It's not that bad. Where's that lovely smile hmm?" She looked down and shrugged before looking up again and giving him a watery smile. Anything to just get rid of him. After cumming so soon, he’d surely not have any chance to abuse her any more times before he had to head off to work.He felt unnerved about her vague attitude. Hatred and anger at him was one thing, but this blatant indifference was tinged with danger. Maybe she was now intending on telling Sadie something. He put a hand on her. Her apartment was really big and fancy. It’s a two-story apartment with hall and kitchen downstairs and master bedroom and washroom on the upstairs.Me: This is a beautiful place you’ve got, Georgina. Much nicer and bigger than mine.Georgina: Well, I haven’t seen your apartment yet. But thanks. I’ve been doing modeling on the side for a while. It’s been going so well that I decided to move to a nicer place. Closer to work too.Me: I’m glad that you’re doing well with the modeling gig.Georgina:.