Tara returned with a five-course meal for me and a bowl of stew with a single piece of fruit for her. We shared my meal and her fruit. There was more ...here than I could eat anyway. I tasted her stew to see what it was like and found that it was actually good. I need not have worried.During dinner I asked Tara about herself. She was reluctant to talk about her history but did so at my prompting. To say that I was appalled would be an understatement. After a few sentences about her training I had. Her smile broadcast her new found happiness, her face scrubbed clean, no makeup was needed to enhance her radiance, the change in attitude, in her own self image, all combined to make my plaything the epitome of desirable perfection. That is not to say that there are not many, many girls blessed with more perfect figures, or more natural good looks, for there most definitely are. To the discerning eye, beauty is more than superficial, it comes from deep within, and this morning my plaything. "Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather like this, you'll catch your death in this downpour." She said as she ushered him inside."I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for school," he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket."I promised her I'd proof read it and get it back to her by tonight." Proof read, is it now." Katie Riley said with skepticism, "Are you sure you didn't just write it for her."The guilty look on his face told. Footsteps cross the room heavy steps. Her arm jerks as she feels a hand brush it.She mew’s into her gag searching in the darkness of the hood for sounds.`hey babe boss said to let you rest but your so sexy i can`t resist a little taste of what some lucky bastard is going to get his hands on`she feels a hand on her left breast kneading it and playing with the nipple.She tries to roll over to pull away and cry out into her gag for him to stop.As she roll’s onto her back and bound arms her head.