I’ve made a difficult decision, but my daughter and sister support it. We need someone to make rules for us and discipline us,” they would stop th...re.If the guy wrote back anything volunteering to do it, they would continue with the following.“We already found a master. We have two masters, actually. They laid out strict new rules for us. They made us confess every dirty little fantasy and fetish that turns us on. We told them every dirty, nasty thing we did this past week. Everything that made. He had a slight smile on his lips. I shivered at the memory of those lips. It had only been 12 hours since I had seen him but it felt like a million years. My skin smelled like him. I thought he looked pleased that I was here, in his office. I left my purse and sandals by the door and slowly walked to his desk. I moved the laptop and papers out of the way and leaned against the wood in front of him. He stayed where he was. Dressed in a dark blue suit with matching shirt and shiny tie, hair. "I'm sure he's hiding something," I said. Nobody argued, which was worrying in itself. "Well, I think we should go the police now," I said.Liam grimaced. "I'd rather we didn't if it's all the same to you old, son. Niall and I wouldn't really like to explain why we were disturbing the peace in rural Berkshire and it might not go down to well that we seem to have kept a couple of NATO souvenirs."He patted the bulge under his jacket to indicate the Browning. "I've no doubt Cornell wouldn't. That's how my friends and others know what she looks like.I have no brothers or sisters, though I do have a lot of cousins and a lot of friends, though no girlfriend, well not yet, possibly not ever, every time I go to talk to a girl, or have to talk to one, I just go all red faced and stammer or get tongue tied. Mum says it will pass, but it's been a year now and not getting any better.We live in a nice semi-detached home, owned by a local housing association. It has a garden, which is more or.