She was older than me by 7 months so at the time of this story we were both 15.It wasn’t the first time she spent the night at my house, my house wa... her second home, even the guest room was nicknamed “Karoline's room” by my parents after so many nights she spend in my house. It was around 9:30pm and we were in the basement watching Team America; one of my favorite movies. She liked it as well but not nearly as much as I did. I knew I had to get ready to go to sleep but I wasn’t going to. I wanted to touch her all over and the clothes she wore kept me from doing that.Something interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and found Ms. Kulick approaching from deeper within the manor. She looked hesitant. I glanced at Rho and realized that my hands were on her hips, but Ms. Kulick couldn’t see Rho and she had no way of knowing what I was doing. I shook myself to dislodge all those thoughts that had eased into my head. It was one thing when Rho and I were alone, which wasn’t often, but now. I ask her how much more before her stop words came out. She was going to say them but realized what had happened and that it was her fault for not typing. I am so proud of this slave. As a Master I couldn’t ask for better. Well now she is typing on her blog and I continue to play with her ass. I then ask if she is ready for the next little toy I have. An electric unit, I can’t afford a tense unit but this does a nice job. I read what she has typed but notice the wrist restraints make it. And for Tina, there was no stronger aphrodisiac. She wasn't ashamed about that, because it was simply true. It was part of who she was. Money had always been hard to come by for her.She'd asked her friend anf fellow bar girl Tara about the man. Tara had been delighted to confide, "He runs Hardman Hill. You know, the brothel."Tina knew little about Hardman Hill. She was aware of its status as one of three massage parlours in town, and she'd picked up from conversations that it had a reputation.