She was not complaining, just reporting the events. She did not even see those events as unusual.“How is Cathy?”“I check her ever hour or so. Sh... is dead to the world, but she seems all right. Come into the kitchen. I will cook something for you.”“I will do it, Mom,” Andy said, jumping up to get started.I sipped coffee as Andy whipped up a little breakfast. Since it was close to noon, I only had three eggs, six slices of bacon and two pieces of toast with a quart of milk to wash them down. Andy. I just lifted my hips as Pete tugged my red thong down my legs. There I was; now with my blouse open, my skirt pulled up to my waist and my wet pussy on display, as I was stroking a cock…Suddenly Dave sat close by me and made me straddle his lap. Then I could feel his hard cock invading my wet cunt, as I lifted my hips to make an easier penetration for him. As I started to bounce up and down onto this magnificent dick, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment.But then I felt Pete’s hands. She smoothed the back of her short navy skirt, and sat behind the desk, opposite Emma. ‘Good morning, Leila,’ she began, ‘I am pleased to welcome you here. My name is Yasmin, but you will address me as ‘Madam’.’ ‘No, no – there’s been a mistake,’ shouted Emma, suddenly losing her composure, and feeling very afraid. ‘I’m Emma Stewart – not Leila Somebody. You’ve got to let me go!’ ‘No! You WERE Emma, but that name is considered inappropriate. You are now Leila. And you WILL address me as. I tried the phone but it’s dead, and there’s never been a decent cell signal up here, I’m dependent on the damn land-line. Internet’s out too, of course; same phone line.I meant to be isolated, but I guess not quite this damn isolated. Especially with Mister No-Spikka-da-English here hurt and me pretty much clueless about medical stuff.Well, not completely clueless. I read somewhere that when somebody has a concussion it’s not a good idea to let them go to sleep, so at first I tried to wake him.