Dropping their skirts Mom and Gran-mom turn around and silently disappear. Spooning Isabel we sleep; until lunch. Refreshed from the sleep and a light... lunch we all sit around just chilling in the sun. Vincent casually asks, Steve what have you planned for this afternoon?” Before I can open my mouth Isabel cuts in, “Are the cameras still set up in the stables Grandad?” “Yes but you’re never shown any interest in that sort of play?” Looking at her Mom she replies, “Ever since seeing Mom tied up,. ‘Yes?’ the voice from the phone drawled yet again. ‘I’m here for my interview… Ms Ibrahim?’ ‘Ah yes. We’ve been expecting you’ Was it my imagination? Or was he chuckling? I scolded myself for being so paranoid. The gates whirred open and I found myself being drawn toward the reception by a force I could not reckon with. I just automatically knew where I was going. I had no idea how this huge compound was so familiar to me. I approached the turnstile doors and entered the small, but not at all. " I'm not cleaned out ... you let me remember. The hottest sex of my life. Being humiliated and loving it. Being your sex toy and loving it. Being an object and loving it. There's no way I can go back to who I was. You raped me, my mind, my body ... over and over again. And you made me want it."I stared."You made me love it. I did. I really did. You had me suck your cock in front of a hundred people and love it. Be humiliated and loving it."She pushed me up against the hall wall."Come on. When he got closer he noticed a giant pair of headphones and realized they had helped mask the sounds of his approach. He leaned forward, putting one hand on her mouth and her eyes snapped open, widening and about to let out a scream but he was so fast that there was only enough time to unleash a muffled note vibrating against his hand.He momentarily sat the knife down, which would normally be a clumsy move but he knew she was still in a state of shock, and he wanted to remove her headphones so.