Conway seemed a bit shocked at the sight of the dead Jenkins being wheeled into the barn.“Good Lord! He was going to stab the bailiffs!”“And a g...od thing it was that Old George was here. I was not armed at all,” Thomas admitted. “A nasty character, Jenkins was.”Conway nodded. “In all my years as a caretaker...”Thomas shrugged. It was not the first knife fight he had witnessed, and not the most gruesome either.“He’s no threat anymore. Let us hope that the poor bailiff will recover from the. That’s if she can manage to escape.“I fought like you did. But day after day, and night after night, of being subjected to his abuse takes its toll,” she answers. “That’s probably the purpose too. When I decided to fake it, to make him believe I was converted, I couldn’t just change that. So he kept doing what he does.”“Does he believe you now?” Page asks, not sure why she still has fresh bruises.Lisa nods. “I make sure to apply everything he teaches me. I do everything he wants; no matter how. I was hesitant as I never had any interest in any body work. I obviously had no choice. Boy did I mess up pissing my boyfriend off. No one but him knew I was here. No way out. I was told to lie on the table and the collar was removed and I could not understand anything as they only spoke Spanish. The owner took his time feeling my 36C breasts and pinched my nipples and smiled then spread my legs stuck his fingers in my pussy and ass and pulled back my clit hood a little and smiled again. Then. She looked incredible. She looked up at me quizzically and said, “What are you doing here?” “They were all booked up. I made an appointment for tomorrow. Hurry up and we’ll go eat. “I thought you needed a massage? Hey, go into that walk in closet over there,” she said as she pointed to the far end of the room. There inside was a folding massage table. “Set it up. I am a great masseuse!” I did as I was told. If she was talking, I didn’t hear her. I couldn’t have heard anything over the beat of.