"Kimberly is such a bitch, I can't take it anymore! I miss you guys."I gave her an understanding smile."You know the rules Brittany," I said simply.Bl...shing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"I let a moment pass."Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.I assumed by the determined way the teenager stood up, went to. My 20 years in the Corps left me with an education, a decent retirement as a Master Sergeant, and nothing really pressing to do with the rest of my life. I’d saved up enough to get a decent little house in northern Palm Beach County, situated on three acres of former ranch land along SR 706. I had a 5-lane, 25-meter pool installed for swimming laps Recon Marines, like those pussy SEALs, live in the water. Hey ... my SEAL friends would be insulted if I were nice about it.I had a privacy fence. I tried to scream for help, but with everyone gone home and just the storage foreman left in his office, there were no one there to hear me.The foreman office had a window towards the storage, But this was sound insulated to the point where you could hear nothing from the storage when in the office. And since I had been working in the remotest part of the storage, he couldn't see me either. I remembered with rising fear that I hadn't told anyone I would be working overtime either, and that way. " "The best you can at what?" I inquired. "Oh, she made me promise to treat you well till she gets back. I suggest the first thing we might want to do is take a shower. Together." And with that, Callie took my hand, leading me up the stairs to the bathroom. The warm water was relaxing to us both. I finally felt the panic leave me completely, so that I could concentrate on Callie completely. I got my hands soapy, turned her around, and began washing her back, starting with her shoulders, working.