" "The best you can at what?" I inquired. "Oh, she made me promise to treat you well till she gets back. I suggest the first thing we might want to do...is take a shower. Together." And with that, Callie took my hand, leading me up the stairs to the bathroom. The warm water was relaxing to us both. I finally felt the panic leave me completely, so that I could concentrate on Callie completely. I got my hands soapy, turned her around, and began washing her back, starting with her shoulders, working. He couldn’t care less. To him, others’ tragedies were his lucky day. And gold, for one, was sky-high in value. Linice was beautiful. Even as she had raised a daughter, her body was luscious enough to drool over. And drool he did. From behind the blinds in his private office, he could see her bend over at the cabinets, her spectacular ass stretching her skirt with her, curvy, round buttocks. He would send her to get things on the upper shelves, claiming his legs weren’t up to it. Then he’d. She fidgeted a little under my weight and then returned to her original position. I bent over slightly, leaning in close so I could get a better look at my flesh canvas.I lowered the tip of the felt marker to her flesh. She quivered slightly. Slowly I traced a straight vertical line. Then I added a curve. The line became the letter P. I looked back up at her in the mirror.Slowly, methodically I traced the following phrase on her ass cheek.“PROPERTY OF JAKE CUNNINGHAM.”I liked to think of it as. He'll keep me waiting. I hope it isn't too long.I'm on all 4's, strapped firmly in place. I'm wearing the school uniform that he likes, my bum up in the air, quivering in my 'innocent' white panties. The uniform belonged to his daughter before she left home, now it's mine. Sometimes he makes me walk the streets in it, and although I'm convincing as a woman, I don't look like a schoolgirl... I look like a slut.Suddenly I feel the quality of the light change. I shift about, trying to peer through.