Do you know what she does to me?Do you know what I'm doing all the time, after school, instead of spendingtime with you? She makes me wear little fuck...ng cotton panties and littlegirl dresses and sick fucking shit, and she takes pictures of me! I'm fuckingfamous with sick old men who read gross magazines. I see them, you know. Isee the way these fucking men look at me, like they've fucking come on mypicture a hundred times. I'm not a person to them; I'm a fucking underagepair of tits with an. Even if John is not interested in sex, which isn’t too often, I will probably want to join you in some mutual pussy eating.’ I laugh and say ‘Great. I look forward to joining you and I don’t even care if there’s no sex at all. I just hate sleeping alone.’ And I’m suddenly feeling very alone. Maybe sleeping with John and Vanessa will help. November 7th – John’s been working hard in the dungeon. He’s building furniture and doing other decorating. There is a lot of hammering and sawing going on in. “And how may his worthless slave serve her master now?” she asked. “It’s still too early to eat lunch.”Jeff had been playing with an idea in his mind for several weeks and decided that the time was now right. “Slave Susan, are you a good actress?” he asked.Stunned by the question, all she could do was slowly shake her head. Finally she replied, “I really don’t know, beloved master.” Looking puzzled, she added, “I’m not sure I know what you mean, my darling.”With a grin he said, “How would you. We already knew where we wanted to add more bungalows; that area had been cleared long before by the Brackens, they had just never made the final decision to expand.We met with the contractor about building roads, and getting the RV Park under construction. He and I agreed to meet the next morning, and ride back over there, in his Jeep, to mark the area off.Jonas and I met with Meghan and Kelly, when the contractor they wanted to build the condos showed up. We showed him on the lake map where.