Can I tell you what she says ... its kind of graphic, but to prove my point?”“Well, I don’t know. Suzy those things are private. They probably s...ouldn’t be shared ... especially with a neighbor.”Susan sat up and put her hands on his. “When she is ... fingering herself ... she wishes it was you ... doing it to her. Every time I heard her talking, as she was ... doing it, as if you were there. Telling you she would not want anyone else to do these things to her. And she wants you’re ... co .... Either that or he wanted to prolong my torture. I’m still not exactly sure which one.“It’s your lucky night. I’m feeling generous and have pity for you, whore. I will give you 30 more seconds to cum. However, be warned that I have a paddle in the other room and I will not hesitate to use it if you don’t do what you are told. Now are you going to be a good little slut and cum all over my hard cock?“Yes! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me another chance. I will cum now. I promise. I. "It's all right, Betsy. Your Mommy's crying because she's happy." Who are you, Mr.?" My name is Simon, and I've just given your Mommy as job as my new waitress. Isn't that right, Vickie?"Vic, Vickie looked up. "You mean it, Simon. You'll give me that chance after what I did?" Vickie, _you_ didn't do anything. The person who did those things is buried within you, imprisoned my his own remorse for what he now realizes he had unknowingly done."Betsy yawned deeply and let go of her mother. . Maybe she had to concentrate on the question internally, and she asked the question by projecting the words in her mind, “What is my status?”Again nothing happened, and she thought back to the training when the lines had appeared. She recalled that she had focused inwards to block any outer influences, and then looked intensely at the beam. She had to try again and brought her attention inwards and asked the question, “What is my status?”This time her display showed, “Status: 100% fully.