Her sight hadn't stopped shaking.Waiting didn't seem to help matters.She found the button and the water swirled down the drain, taking the two gadgets...with it."Done," she said aloud.The synthetic backed into the wall, then let herself slide to the ground. A puddle of blood sat before her ... and her wrists were still open."This ... is not good," she announced to no one.Her shirt came off with a bit of struggle, one of the white camisoles Sawyer had bought her. Her left hand was all but useless.. I let my hand drift out and I slide my fingers over the smooth material of her outfit. "Dressed up all slutty for your man aren't you?"Mandy lets out a small moan through her gag and bows her head letting her hair partially cover her face. I reach out and grab her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. "I expect and answer when I ask a questions slut! Even when you can't talk, you can move your head" I bark out the sentence feeling my cock growing harder and feeling the heady delight of control. That was amazing, Dad! That hotel restaurant hanging out over the canyon rim and the wonderful food were special treats. Do you have more like that for us?Dozens. Wait until you have the Alsatian version of pizza. If I had the money, I would open an Alsatian pizza joint in the US. It would make a fortune. The only problem is that we would have to import the ingredients, the water, the ovens and the cooks from the Rhine Valley.Why is that?Because within about ten miles of the Rhine River, it is. Anna wanted to thank Bethany for her gift. The only way she knew though was the same as when she thanked Master Patrick each time he made her feel special. And for that to happen, Bethany had to initiate the action."Bethany. Kiss me," Anna said, her lips now moving in synchronization with her voice. But Bethany didn't move.Anna looked in puzzlement for a moment, then realized that she hasn't asked Bethany a question."Bethany. Would you give me a kiss now?"This time Bethany answered with a.