There, outside the police station was a long black sleek Lincoln Limousine. A chauffer held open the door when he saw them coming out. Aida hesitated ...ondering what should she do, to board or not to board. ‘Please, Miss Gonzalez,’ Dilbert Longman made a gesture with his hand indicating for her to climb aboard the car. She didn’t know what else to do or think, guess the best thing was to follow instructions. So she climbed into the limousine twisting her hands in anxiety wondering what to expect. At the bottom of the steps I pulled Jenny into an alcove, dropped her skirt and smoothed it down over her cute butt, caressing it as I did. She kept her face pressed to my shirt, and muttered, "I can't believe you did that!"I gently put my finger under her chin and raised it till she looked up at me."Sweetie, I told you I would use your body for my pleasure and benefit, and for the pleasure of others if it did not violate the limits we set. I've used it tonight to bring pleasure to those two. Her will began to crumble. She felt faint again, falling limply towards Eugenia, who caught her in her arms. Eugenia lay the twitching girl across the mattress. She came to a second later, immediately finding the bedding beneath her repulsively dirty. She could smell the sweat and the funk of sex deeply embedded within it. Normally this would have caused her to recoil, but she was momentarily too weak to move. She groaned, looking up at Eugenia now with moist eyes. ‘Don’t do this,’ she said. I crave him almost as much as I despise him. That’s disgusting to me, that I can look at this man who keeps me from my family and from my life and feel anything but hatred. That when he touches me, every cell in my body hums with electricity. Catching his scent on clothes I’m occasionally given and the change of bedsheets he brings every week is sometimes the highlight of my day. It’s pathetic.Part of it may be that I’ve never quite felt as alive as I do now. My days are dangerous and somehow.