Getting impatient, you slap my face. How stupid are you?! TELL. ME. WHY. Because Im a dirty, worthless bitch. …And..? And I disobeyed you, I went ag...ainst my controller. I..I thought for myself, which isnt allowed. No it isnt you fucking bitch. I think for you. You feel or do nothing unless I tell you to. Youre not a real person. All you are is my personal fuckdoll – put on this earth to please ME. I am your master and what are you? ..I am your slave. And what does that mean? What must you do at. "Forget the massage" Carla thought to herself "I could just lie here all day".With that the masseur returned."If you are ready we can begin." she said as she approached the table.Carla gave a hum of compliance; melting into the table beneath her."Very good." continued the masseur. "Now first I shall start by rubbing some aromatic oils into your skin. It is a special mixture of natural ingredients which shall both open up your pores and sooths your senses allowing all your anxieties to just wash. “Perhaps you could invite me over to visit when you’re alone?”I thought quickly. There was half an hour in the afternoons when Kenny was at school and Flo was at nursery. I usually used the time to clean up their room, but that could wait. Besides Billy hardly ever went into their room so he was hardly likely to notice if I’d done my work. Still, half an hour, it wasn’t hardly time for more than a quickie, but it would still be better than what I was currently getting. The thought of actually. She could hear labored breathing now.The hunter must be aware that he was close to his quarry because he was moving even slower now barely crawling in the soft dirt. It must have been his sixth sense that some people seem to have more than others and he was on his guard against a sudden appearance. She could see his outline now and when she discerned that he was peering back over his shoulder to make certain he didn't pass the girls in the dark, she lunged forward and planted her spear in the.