There was a diner that looked inviting and I wasn't in a hurry anyway. After a club sandwich, a pretty decent piece of apple pie, several cups of blac... coffee and a pitstop in the bathroom I was ready to go again. I was twelve hours from home and toying with the idea of driving straight through just to get the trip over with. I would need gas one more time, an opportunity for another break and maybe a nap; my truck - actually an SUV but I liked to call it a truck because it sounded better -. One such is the beautiful library Isabelle stumbles onto after leaving Sean stunned in the stable. Browsing through the tomes that she can only wish to comprehend, Isabelle finds herself wondering why James would decide to toss her despite his promise she would not be punished. How ironic to be tortured for that which he finds so attractive - her ability to enjoy even the most depraved of erotic actions. Voices approach - worried her presence is not welcome in the library, she hides underneath. With gentle caressing his tool, I instructed Sunil to blindly follow me and after 10 mins. or so, he was literally mad of continuing it with Surya and enjoy the mutual nipple servicing. I told them that it was time to think of our dinner plan and that the best present I got from them on my birthday was their decision to be with me as long as I wanted (a gesture I acknowledged gratefully). After completing the kitchen work (our dinner) in next half an hour, I joined them in the hall on the sofa,. “Are you sure? Really? Oh, that’s bizarre stuff. I don’t even know what to think.” “I know. You understand now why I didn’t want to remember?” “I guess so. It’s hard to believe.” “It’s true. I hate it and it’s true. We were not poor when I was a kid but our lives were, well, fucked up. That’s how I see it now. I believe my father sent me to that dairy for a specific reason and that was to sacrifice me to the life I lived as a sex slave. I did live it out and here I am. I don’t think he really.