"We're having liver and onions tonight," she said. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" I better not," he said. "I've got to talk to Tiffany, and then Ma...k." That might be far enough away to avoid the smell of the fried liver, the absolute bottom of his list of least favorite foods. Well, no, there was one even lower; there had been that lutefisk supper at the Lutheran Church that time... "I'll grab something at the Frostee Freeze." When'll you be back?" It sorta depends," he said. "Before dark,. I'm not embarrassed."Good morning, Fifty," she says as she opens the cell door. "Before we start today, let's talk for a few moments." She sits on my bed and I kneel on the floor. "Tell me, what do you think are the characteristics of the ideal slave?"It's a strangely difficult question, because it's such a big question. I've been here so long now and that has been the entire focus of my training. But somehow it doesn't seem as simple as it does when I'm in the middle of a task I have been. Rachael knew she was attractive and she wasn't above using that fact to her advantage when she needed to! Her eyes were drawn downwards, to her sheer seamed stockings. Again, these weren't her sexy, garter belt things, but she loved the way they made her legs look. Turning around and looking over her shoulder, her ass also looked fantastic, The tight material of her skimpy, silk panties clung to her firm, high, round cheeks and made them look beautiful. She was glad she and Kathy had taken up. “Do you remember when we closed down the business and took five years off to travel through Europe?”“Yes,” Frank said, also remembering. “We took the kids and just traveled across Europe, moving from city to city, sometimes staying in one place for months at a time.” He chuckled, remembering, “Then there was that long, unexpected stay in Milan...”“Where Katie was born...” Tanya said, the smile vanishing off her face. Then she was crying, again, sobbing into Frank’s shoulder, missing her.