?No, she must constantly strive to please her Lord and Mistress, and be ever-vigilant about anticipating their wants.Personally, all she, herself, wan...s is to leave this endlessly recurring nightmare, this unbelievably oppressive freakshow. She knows it's a possibility ever since they let Melissa go... They showed the girls proof, in the form of several newspaper articles describing her family's unexpected joy at impossibly reuniting with their presumed-dead daughter, sister, cousin, etc.. Madam was immediately sent for down, and the ladies being desir'd to clear the room, the lawyer ask'd her severely if she did not know, or had not decoy'd, under pretence of hiring as a servant, a young girl, just come out of the country, called Frances or Fanny Hill, describing me withall as particularly as he could from Charles's de***********ion.It is peculiar to vice to tremble at the enquiries of justice: and Mrs. Brown, whose conscience was not entirely clear upon my account, as knowing. Thank you.”She pushed her ass back against me. “For what?”“Reminding me of what’s important.”She arched an eyebrow and smiled a half-smile. “And what is that?”I shook my head. “I have things I need to take care of, and then I need to get back home.” Her smile faded and I couldn’t have that. “First thing I have to take care of,” I whispered, thrusting into her again, “Is finding out just how far you’ll fly.”She grunted with my renewed vigor.Her desire for me to last the full thirty minutes was. She is looking for a relationship. I’ve been burned too many times, so for now I just want to play. The music changes again. ‘Fireflies’. Neither my hot stud nor myself are in the mood for slow dancing. He suggest we go to the bar, the first thing said. There he orders us shots of something called Prairie Fire. It’s hot, cinnamon and burning. The jury is still out on if it tasted good or not. I have not had it again since. Although he ordered us two more and I drank the second one down.