“So what do you need to know?”I thought for a moment or two. “Sue. She has to be my priority, so just what am I supposed to do?”“Easy, just ...e yourself, treat her just like you have been doing whilst you two are working, but every so often throw her a curve, have her do something, let her be herself, she just needs to be someone’s bitch, to feel owned, to her owned equals safe, but know this one thing, remember it, burn it into your soul, Sue will obey you, serve you, try her best to please. Ed looked down at the note. He said, “There is more.”“Read it,” Robin said.“Robin probably knows what I am going to do. I would tell you not to release her until everything is settled, but I know you won’t do that. Instead, I ask that you insist that she go into my room and read the diary on my desk. She’ll find that I’ve laid out the historical events that were significant to my timeline to the best of my ability. It is my hope that when she finishes reading it that she’ll turn a blind eye to. As my cabin was in a confined corner and none other than my boss comes to my cabin more often (we got pager to answer the calls), I removed my coat and sat with my bra and the skirt. I wanted to finger myself very badly but due to work, I was kept occupied. When Burton came inside with just a knock, I couldn’t reach my coat immediately. He saw me sitting in a bra and it became very awkward for me. So I apologized him and tried to put on my coat. He stopped me and stared at me for a while. He. I lifted my left hand, which in turn also lifted Shay's and used her fingers to scratch the itch. Shay looked at me sideways, and I smiled back at her, then let our hands fall back to my lap."Feel better?" she asked."Much."She smiled and shook her head, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I've got an itch I just know you can scratch."I blushed. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. I felt the bulge in my pants harden at her words, and since her hand was in mine just next to my package, I.