Not having breakfast yet I offered cassi bacon and eggs on toast. While we were busy eating my dad came down and asked me to make him a cup of coffee....He chatted to us for a while till he had finished his coffee and went back upstairs to the office. We soon headed to the lounge and watched movies, with my hand being in Cassi's pants fingering her while she was playing with my cock.Shortly before 10 as finishing the first movie I heard my dad walking down the stairs, he was on the phone shouting. I’ll break you easily. You’re even softer than I had thought. Sleep well, slave.” Then she cackled again, her laugh reminding me of Margaret Hamilton as the Wicked Witch of the West in “The Wizard of Oz.”There was no pad in the cage and the space was really tight so I was lying on the hard steel bars no matter how I tried to position myself. I finally found a minimally uncomfortable position on my right side. Even then I had to be careful not to press my back against the bars on the side. . Got it.Oh my! Was all I could think. My heart was racing at 70 miles an hour.These clothes were too cute and felt like they were made for me. Toocute? Perhaps Mrs. Bratten had been right when she chose me to be theIndian daughter.I don't totally understand why at that moment that I felt everything wascorrect in the universe, but that's how I felt. I looked at myself inthe mirror, turning this way and that, smiling twirling my skirt.Until someone was banging on the door. It was. This week happened to be the time they were hosting a production, and I had obtained tickets.Evidently, Ben was not much of a cultural devotee. Likewise, Linda enjoyed entertainment more thoughtful than American Idol. She hung upon my arm throughout the entire show, and continued to cling to me as we strolled to my car.“Sam, I had the nicest time! If only we weren’t being manipulated into this by Ben and Brenda...”I kept silent for a moment, but nodded slowly. After some thought, I volunteered,.