I was getting frustratedand clenched my fists. My long nails dug into my hand and it hurt. Idon't know why I had to have them so long but I felt like ... needed tokeep up an image. That's why i was here afterall. I struggled toremember what I was thinking. Something wasn't right. I was trying toremember who I am. There were memories in my mind that I don't rememberhaving. There was so much conflicting in my head. I was beginning to getdizzy. I brushed my long hair out of my face and tried to take. "But not Mr. Mark Clayton. Mr. Mark Clayton looked at me with a look that seemed to say, "Bitch, you're crazy!"If I brought out the big guns and withheld sex, he shrugged his shoulders and worked on his car more. I hated that fucking Mustang with a passion. And it was the weirdest thing ... Not getting any sex was supposed to render him a gibbering idiot. That was what my mom told me. But a couple of days after I started holding out in him, he developed this weird habit of looking at his. Strip! Then, since you seem to know a lot about slave positions, get into the Punishment/Inspection Position," Mr. Hayden announced."Yes, Sir, but what about the other people in the office building?" I asked, concerned that someone would come in and see me."I am the owner of this company, silly girl. Why else do you think that this office is SOUNDPROOF? Besides, the door is locked. NO ONE intrudes on my privacy here, anyway. So, you see, you are at MY mercy. Now, NO more delays! Get into the. Daniel frowned at Kirk "Kalilah is very young and very impressionable, her mother and I would hate to see her hurt and disillusioned." Kirk nodded "yes she is very young, I hope she never becomes disillusioned with the world and I have no intentions of doing anything that would hurt her, I'm a novelty to her at the moment it will wear off soon." Mar snorted saying silently to Marti'en he doubted that novelty would wear off anytime soon, not from the look in that little fairies eye's. Daniel.