”Trish almost choked on her shake. “There’s something that can do that?”Steven nodded. “Yep. Just like there’s an aphrodisiac to get your ...pussy going, there’s also something to kill it.”Trish lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow. How clever.” “You’ll find out how much more clever I am when we’re alone in that hotel together.”“But what if Mom calls Sabrina’s mom and asked where I am?”“Oh, don’t worry about that. I paid Sabrina to cover for you and tell her mom we met at the mall when we were. . er, um, seeing each other, as you know. She wanted to know how I could do such a thing to her father. I, of course, repeated that you and I were matched by what Brenda and he were doing at about the same time.”Brenda interrupted, noting “No, Linda, it seems that you got the better end of that arrangement. You certainly got a longer lasting encounter than I got!”Linda glanced at her, a ghost of a smile playing about her features, and continued, “Yes, it sounds like it. Anyhow, she wanted to. Silence, in her experience, was a most unnatural state for the type of young male sent to her for help. Normally, a lack of audio stimulation set them on edge which in turn made them even more susceptible to her frontal barrage once she had them safely in her house. For that reason, Darla had been directed to avoid most conversation with the lad. She could answer his questions as quickly and concisely as possible, but she was not to initiate anything with him until it was time for her to. She was also very nervous. She looked again at the advertisement that had brought her on this journey. "Wanted young, blond house and sex slave. Must be willing to suffer bondage, extreme humiliation, severe whipping, and sexual duties. Apply to Mistress Sandi Box 444 Auckland." Rachel put the ad. back in her bag. She shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and horror as she recalled Sandi’s cold, demanding voice on the phone. She told Rachel exactly what to wear, she had been forced to buy most.