She is to call him master whenever spoken to. Although she had only been here three days, she was very aware that that is one rule that is not to be b...oken. His hand came down hard against her face and she could feel the sting of each individual finger on her cheek."I-Im sorry master" She stammerd nervously. She could feel her body shaking all over. The first day she was brought here, he showed her how important It was for her to call him master. He beat it into her with a whip. She still has. Would I have the courage to ask for one now?I looked at her. She smiled, but sat still. She was waiting.Waiting for me to make the next move."Get up," I said.Sherri raised an eyebrow, and then pushed her chair away from the table."Let's go to the couch. If I'm going to go down on you, I want to kneel on the carpet instead of the floor."Sherri chuckled and slowly walked over to the couch, shedding her clothes as she went. This time I openly ogled her body as it came into view. When she reached. " He set his gun on the table, and I was tempted to make a try for it but my broken finger demanded almost all my mental attention and he was holding my left hand tightly. Besides I could still hear Roberts and the captain talking out front, so I settled on tensing up my wrists and asking for some water as the man lashed my hands together with a leather thong.Back in the cell, I dunked my hands in the water, soothing my mashed finger a bit. Then I found the steel pick, got it into my back teeth. She’d been off the pill for a couple of weeks, but we still used a condom. I suppose subconsciously neither of us had made the final committment to having a child yet. It was as if we wanted one, but we refused to give each other up to have it. The ringing of the telephone interrupted that train of thought, and Heather wiggled off my lap to answer it. I could tell from her side of the conversation that it was her friend Ty, and he wanted to know if we’d made a decision about dinner. I watched.