’ she laughed. ‘How about polishing my shoes or doing the dishes.’ I stood, bowed with a sweeping gesture and told her I was ready to do her bid...ing. We both laughed and had fun with this make believe. In the last few days she was smiling more and this was a good sign her emotions were healing. What she’d been through, shouldn’t have happened to a dog. She hadn’t mentioned recently but I didn’t believe it had been forgotten. If I could help her get the fun back in life, this would be a help.. A collar had been fitted around her neck, a silver plate on it that read her name, and would give her a small jolt should she ever try to leave the house without him. Strange as this would seem to some, to Abby and Stanley, this was normal and acceptable. When Abby turned thirteen, Stanley finally made his final move. He'd called her into their bedroom (it'd long since stopped being just his) and had her lay on the bed, her legs spread wide as they could go. He told her they were going to play. His long thick fingers were now sliding up and down my oiled thigh. I was finding it harder to breathe. My cock was now stiffening, it had formed a tent, and I knew he could see it. But I didn't try to stop him from touching me.Fortunately, we were the only people by the pool at this point. That's when he took things to the next level."Well Billy," he said. in a husky half-whisper, "Want to come to my room for a drink?"I decided that a little alcohol might relax me a little so I agreed. We both. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She still felt that it was a dream and she would wake up to find herself pregnant in the bed of some strange man she had been forced to marry. And then, when it looked like she was on the verge of not only blowing the meeting but the entire.