" The pool room was in a smoky darkness that the switching of the overhead light did little to disperse. Marissa was crying now, realising her efforts...had been for naught and in fact the escape attempt would likely have only served to antagonise her captors further. She pleaded and begged and apologised but was greeted with no more than three hard stares and being pushed back until she bumped into the pool table behind her. "Give me back my jacket you dumb cunt!" Julie's voice was as harsh as. " "Oh, yeah", I said, "I guess you'll tell your friends about tonight." "No, they don't need to know. That's our business. Yours...and mine. What do you say we get dressed and go home. I've had enough partying for one night." "Yeah, you're right. I'm done too." . "Thank you Master, but it would mean so much to me if I suffered to please you.'Like she knows its gonna get him going to see her hurt, and she wants to make it a gift to him. I know its true, but generally unspoken. Naturally he wants her to suffer, and she smiles. Of course he wants to see his slut hurt, cuz the more they hurt, the more powerful he feels. The thing is, this one wants it. She WANTS to suffer for him. Not kidding Earl, this is real.She takes her top down, and those braless. What had I said or done that would have given her these thoughts? I raised her well. I never once abused or molested her in any way. Had someone else? I didn't even want to think about it. I just wanted her to go to bed. "Good night, babe," I said. "Babe?" she asked. Maybe "babe" was the wrong choice of words. If she's on to my own impure thoughts about her, this could really bad quick. "You know what I mean," I said. "By the way, something is really weird with you lately. It's like..." "I.