I asked how would I beconvincing in Carl's role, if I knew nothing about him. He answered:-"If you need some information simply think what would you d..., youwill be rewarded with one of Carl's previous memories telling you whatto do, but take care, don't use this too much, these memoryexperiences can be... pretty disturbing".-"You will be living these memories and not watching them, if youloose control you may well loose your sanity as well" she completed,with a serious face.Her seriousness. Quite often he had her walking around nude.Then one day, Jason was sitting in the living room when his fifteen-year-old daughter got home from school. She looked very sexy in the blouse and skirt that she had worn to school. Her pretty blonde hair was brushed and hanging down just below her shoulders. Her father looked at her pretty face and sexy little mouth and decided it was time she learned to suck his cock.“Now that you have become quite adept at fucking, it is time you learned to perform. I put on my matching lingerie with my hold ups and a long black dress. I settled on my 4 inch heels to make me look a bit taller and returned downstairs. We got in T’s car and drove over. His house was nice and very big. We knocked at the door and a gorgeous well dressed guy answered ‘you must be T and L ‘ he said I nodded nervously and we entered. He showed us though to the lounge and told us to take a seat why he fetched some wine I sat on the end of the sofa filled with nerves. He returned. Markham’s mind this all meant he must make sure he was not late in arriving for the house party. If he did but know it, arriving early to an interview with Lord C. was like a cow volunteering to go early to the slaughterhouse or a zebra wandering up to pride of lions and shouting ‘get me while I’m fresh’. Lord C. hated business, organisation, anything that required thought and planning. He loved hunting, shooting, fishing. Anything that involved visiting death on defenceless creatures was to be.