"Vicky, k**s will be k**s, you can't blame yourself. " I said.She nodded her head, " Your right. You've always been kind." She said. " Thank you, " I ...eplied. Then I asked how did she get my house key? " Vicky laughed, " I'm a packrat, I never through it away, or even took it off my keychain. When she borrowed my car, she must have taken it." " Why," I asked, " and why did she get drunk, and come here. " " You don't remember how she felt about you? " She asked." I remember, we where close, but. "No, I have dry cleaning machines here. Almost everything I own is dry-clean-only."I relaxed a bit, knowing I couldn't go anywhere without something to wear. Looking around the room again I asked, "Why aren't there any windows here?"Fiona looked around too as she answered, "This is my private chamber. I have a regular bedroom with windows and all the normal niceties, but this is where I go when I want to be alone." She was looking at me when she finished. The look in her eyes told me that she. She was in no hurry, knowing that I was safely locked up; I heard herswitch on the radio and she probably smoked a cigarette before evenstarting the car. Then she drove away, quite slowly, maybe because shethought I might be hurt by the disparate rubbish I shared the boot with;in the meantime, I recalled how my Mistresses had bossed me around and Islowly masturbated thinking of them, especially of Rita, who wascertainly the most attractive in her unsophisticated bounciness; then Iwiped off the. The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned sixteen last February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves."Nothing would make me happier," he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and.