I saw an ad for the perfect place. It’s a new club called East Bend.” I replied.Abby didn’t even hesitate, “Ok. Give me about 30 minutes and ...I’ll be ready to go.” After walking back down the hall to my room, I took a quick shower and changed into a rather sexy outfit. Short leather skirt, blood Red silk sleeveless blouse and thigh high leather boots. Checking myself out in the mirror, I decided to go check on Abby’s progress. “Abby, you almost ready to go?” When I didn’t get a reply I. She only knew that her life as pet or slave or live-in whore, whatever you wished to call it, was about to begin. It ached to actually stand upright once more, but she made her way to the bathroom, bathed and then began her housekeeping duties.When she had finished cleaning house and doing laundry, she found a housecoat and even though she did not doubt that there was virtually no chance of encountering anyone she ventured outside.The view was breathtaking, craggy mountains surrounding a narrow. At least then.It makes sense to me now that she was a sexual time-bomb and my attention had added fuel to the embers, but at the time, things seemed to develop explosively out of nowhere. Late one Sunday evening, the house was uncharacteristically quiet. Most of the family was away and we three, Tookey, me and her little brother, Jerry were fooling around on the living room couch. Secure in the knowledge of our unaccustomed privacy, we were "cutting up"... wrestling and shrieking, as they were. I headed for the exit, pulling her again behind me, smiling at the receptionists as we walked past.Outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day. I took a short stroll in a small park that was right next to her hotel, just to publicly humiliate her a little. In the middle of the park, close to a pond, I stopped and took a seat on a bench. Dana obediently knelt down on the graveled walkway beside me.I leaned back and enjoyed the sun on my skin, feeling its warmth through my orange dress. The leather of.