After dr****g the towel over me she did some stretching by rubbing in opposing directions starting at my ass and then going to my feet and head at the... same time. Actually it was quite relaxing. She did that and a few other stretching type movements before she slowly pulled the towel off me and tossed it on a chair. I was expecting some oil then but instead I watched through the hole in the table as she walked towards my feet. Then, out of my sight, she grabbed one leg at a time and did some. Her PC and laptop were fired up and she was transferring some photos from her camera to her PC. Ali has a gift for taking pictures, she sees things through a viewfinder that no one else has noticed and she can even make me look good in a photo, trust me that is no way an easy thing to do. You got a USB stick Jo she asked I can transfer some of these onto if you want? , Yeah, in the pocket of my backpack I replied as I skimmed though her latest batch of photos Oh my god she suddenly spluttered. Stephanie felt the clothespin clamp down hard on her left nipple. The pain shot through her breast like an electric shock and she screamed into her gag. It was far more painful than she had first thought it might be, but after the first minute, it became a sharp, almost endurable, throb."You see, slave, you have to pay attention. I don't like to hurt you but you must learn to act only when I tell you to act. Now, slave, take another step forward."Crying, the girl took another step forward,. Most of the money went for that and to catch up the mortgage. Now even with my present job, I'm still behind on the mortgage, and don't know how I'll ever catch up. My boys, I have two, need a father again, as they keep getting in with the wrong crowd in school. I don't mean to bother you with my personal problems," she said, starting to cry."What's your first name, Mrs. O'Hara?" I asked, gently."It's Martha," she replied with a small sob."May I call you Martha?" I asked."Certainly, Mr..