They were askin' me questions, but my Master was there and his lawyer too, and I didn't get in any trouble," I explained."You didn't get in no trouble..." Tricia stared at me. "Why'd that be? You tell them something good?" What?" I blinked at her and I was feeling like I was gonna throw up and now I was suddenly scared people were going to find out I'd turned in my friends."You left and then the police showed up?" Tricia stared at me hard."And they come to your house but you didn't get it any. But apart from that nothing special." "I can run you in if you want or you can take the car. I won't be needing it today. I was planning on a day in the garden. Tonight, we can either go out to a restaurant or I can rustle something up for us. Which do you prefer?" "I think I prefer to stay in and have a homemade meal, if that's OK with you. And I will borrow the car if you don't mind." "Sure," he replied tossing me the car keys. "Dinner will be ready at about eight," he said as he rose from. He brought my foot up to his face, and put both of his thumbs in the middle. With a pressure that most would find uncomfortable, he ran his thumbs up and down the center of my feet. He did that for about 5 minutes, then tapped me on my left thigh. I scoot over into the back cushions of the couch, and raised my left leg up onto the edge of the couch. As with the first, Kyle pulled my leg backwards, and planted his thumbs deep into the small of my foot. But this time it was different. After just. When you take your clothes off, place them in the garbage – you will wear only what I tell you this week. When I walk in the door (of course, you will leave it unlocked and I won’t knock – you’d better hope the cleaning lady won’t come in and see what a nasty little slut you are)…when I walk in the door, I expect you on your knees, with the spreader bar locked to your ankles, and your arms at your side, with your hands locked into the ankle cuffs. You are to keep your eyes on the ground while.