"I guess there are extenuating circumstances. Besides, all this crapdoesn't exist in my world. It's really like you're from the futureinstead of 201...." Fair enough. It's not like it matters, anyway. What we need to do,though," I held up the tuning fork, "is see if this does anything atall." So, what do you propose?" He leaned against the refrigerator door. Istood back from the counter."Hold on to your shorts, I really have no idea what's going to happen!" Iswung my arm back and brought the. I'mso aroused at being made into a plaything. i love it when a man uses me because he can, becausehe wants to, because it is what he feels like doing at the moment. Notbecause i've failed some convoluted made up taskalthough that can be arousing as well but because iam a slut, a whore, a dirty cunt who is just there to be played with and ifMaster has given me to you than you can do what you want because you want to doit. Handsentwine themselves into my hair, fisting and pulling it hard. my. Linda spoke again, "Mary, our uncle just adopted us and he has no idea of how to raise two teenage girls. Would you consider a job taking care of us? We are building a ranch in Oregon on some land that we own."I opened my mouth and Linda shot me a glare that made me shut it again. Mary didn't miss that and looked at me, "You're the parent. Why aren't you hiring me?"Before I could answer Linda broke in, "Because we can twist him around our little fingers. We need someone who can control us. Okay?” Of course I was curious. And after all the voyeurism I’d done – though I’d never asked for any of it – it seemed like a minor offense. “Just a quick look,” I said. “Of course.” Sandy accessed it, and we had our first view of my online nemesis. It was good that I was in a state of profound relaxation, because I’d have had a stroke otherwise. The same went for Sandy. What we were looking at took a moment to sink in. It was Kylie. And that would have been enough of a shock in itself,.