"Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat can I come in?" says the mystery manThe flat was dirtier th...n ever and nothing had changed except for the crates of lager, piled up like a Lego block tower, in the corner."What did you do Rat rob a brewery?" I came into some money so I thought a little drink was in order" sniggers the Rat"Forget the drink I think soap and deodorant would have been more apt considering" Who would believe an old tart could. All was relatively quiet with only the sounds of someone moaning ,deep breaths,and the sound that someone was getting fucked .I felt sick thinking Joan was getting her first cock in her pussy and it wasn’t mine. Fuck it I thought and pushed my hips up grabbing the head that was sucking me. I quickly open my eyes looking down at the body in her knees between my legs. I couldn't see much in the dark room but the head I had my hands on was not Debs. I sat straight up lowering my hands down feeling. “Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled, my hand on the door. “What was that?” she held her hand to her ear in an exaggerated pantomime. I turned to her and nearly curtsied. She reduced me to a servile child every time. “Of course, Ma’am. Thank you, Mistress.” She nodded and I threw open the door. Walking briskly with the new plug was tough, but I wanted to be by my master’s side as soon as I possibly could, no matter what he decided to do to me when Sylvia told him what she saw. I was aware of every movement. Instead I'll try to focus more on the wonderful things that have happened to me since I joined the family of Master Will, and Mistress Marissa. One of those is the person of Veronica, my daughter. She signed my name today. I don't know why, but that made me cry. Maybe I expected her to call me mama?Actually I do know, at least in part why I cried. Master Will wasn't here to see Veronica born, or to see her making her first foray into communicating with the people around her. Ron held me for a.