A week later, they were still with him, and Carter couldnt believe how happy he was. Mias wounds were healing slowly, but she refused to tell him what...had happened. They havent kissed again after the first night, and she had moved back to the spare room with her sister. Every time she tried to mention the possibility of their moving back to their own apartment, he ruthlessly used Nikita as his winning argument on why they should stay. Nikita was very sweet girl, but Carter could see her health. ‘I don’t know Mistress,’ shesaid.‘Well fuck Jane, you’ve been licking that little cuntof hers for weeks now,’ Miranda grinned, ‘you must bethe worlds fucking greatest expert on what that girltastes like. Did it leak anything into your stupid,bitch mouth?’‘Y… Yes Mistress, a… a few… times.’‘Cool, so the little brat DID cum in your mouth… andyou knew didn’t you bitch?’‘Yes Mistress,’. The table feels very cold as I sit on it, except for under my head, which is on a second smaller table that isnt as cold. After fitting me in the restraints, he fixes my hair. I hear the squeaking of wheels approach, and smell more of that meat I ate before. I feel each hot slice as its placed on my body. Its all very hot, but not enough to burn me. After a while of this, the meat begins to feel like a heavy weight on me. Once the last slice is on me, the man asks me, Are you alright under. They’d just had lunch and his butt was still tingling from the two-and-a-half-hour ride from Indianapolis. Still, he wanted to get right to work on his project.“Sure. Anything special you need?”“Do you have any black walnut out there?”“Black walnut? I’ll come with you.” His dad followed him to the workshop. For half of Wayne’s life, his father had been a cabinetmaker. He’d seen the demise of Studebaker looming on the horizon and knew he needed a skill. From 1959-1961, he’d commuted to Nappanee.