Jim was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork. Jim was an average looking guy, maybe in his 50's, not fat but not in that great of shape. I was thi...king it could be a lot worse. There was a picture of him on the wall of when he was a race car driver, apparently his nickname was Big Daddy.Jim welcomed us and then looked me up and down, "So this is the little lady that wrecked the mustang?"Mark told him that I was the girl.Jim was all but licking his lips as he told Mark how happy he was that. Is this clear pet?She always answers, "Yes Master, as you wish."Smiling to herself, when I heard Him say that, this is not what I had in my mind. Pulling the wide garter belt around her and strapping the stockings she wonders what Master would think if He saw her now. In the box, she pulls out the leather bustier bought a size smaller to push her voluptuous breasts up and over the top. As she pulls the ties to cinch her waist she looks in the mirror and thinks, wow. Brushing out her soft brown. I was sobbing on thefloor when two female constables dragged me towards a cell. Inside I washorrified to see chains hanging from the walls and roof, meant for shacklingthe prisoners. There were batons and lashes of different sizes at one corner ofthe cell, and a car battery placed at one side of the cell. There were otherthings as knives etc in the cell as well, that might have been used to torturethe prisoners here. ?Hang him upsidedown,? ordered Azra bibi. The guards did as ordered, and after. “I want to make sure that you don’t get taken advantage of, like I said earlier. So I’d help with image, fan interactions, promotion, and you’d be the talent.”Sophie laughed. “’The talent,’ that sounds so glamorous.”“Should we do it?” Rob asked.“Uh, duh,” Sophie said, beaming. “This is going to be so cool! I just need you to promise me one thing.”“Anything,” Rob said.“Just help me push past my limits. I don’t want to be the shy girl anymore. I want to be different… like, I want to be cool and.