Had she known her captor? How long had she been missing? Who was this poor woman?Hopefully the woman's mind had gone way before she had been killed. H...pefullyshe was unaware of the abuse done to her. The opposite was too horrid to imagine.She looked up at Nick, and saw the smile leave his face. She was so tired, physically, emotionally, mentally exhausted. She hadn't expected to feel so much for the victims, had thought that she could hold it away from herself and not feel connected. But how do. I was intrigued so I said, "Darling please tell me!" He told me that he’d spoken to his close friend at work about not being able to please me sexually and that his friend had told him exactly how to - and that he is sure I will be totally pleasured...He asked me if I like BIG, hard cocks that I can gag on and ride all night? I was a bit hesitant at first, just like he said, but then I eventually nervously said, "Yes darling, but yours is fine!" "Yes, mine is fine but I insist that I give you. Master P’s remarks when he met us in our hotelroom prior to going out for dinner was something along this, “Lin who are you going to know from this area? I think you should wear that outfit to dinner, you look quite sexy in it!”. The outfit she had worn consisted of a black halter top with a fair bit of cleavage, with a above knee black dress, nylons with a new pair of sexy black shoes and underneath a new black and pink cupless corset and a black thong. She looked very sexy, slutty and rather. She was better at painting than I am.As I put the empty mug down Margaret hugged and kissed me, a proper kiss, unlike the friendly peck on the cheek that had been the greatest acknowledgement she had given me – until now. That was a shock.It took me a couple of days to realise how much that hug and kiss had changed our relationship. Margaret was an attractive adult woman that I had been too close to for too long to appreciate. I had had girlfriends but none had lasted more than a few months..