“You be careful what you’re doing down there won’t you?” I said.“Aren’t I always?”I looked around, there was the guy doing the cooking b...sily beavering away and then there was the young guy who had just taken our order (oh I don’t know – 19ish) behind the counter, resting his elbows on the serving hatch, his head in his hands – looking straight at us.“We’ve got an audience.” I said.She slowly turned her head and looked straight at him and without any warning at all, nodded her head in our. At best he would have maybe two full days.Great…maybe I should cancel too, ran through my mind, the disappointment must have resonated thru the phone.My husband caught it, and then he hesitantly suggested that I go on the trip.The rebuttal never made it past my larynx…my mind already envisioned myself as a wild animal feasting on tender flesh. All that escaped my mouth was a sharp grunt.It was not a grunt of objection. Still, he sounded conciliatory and then asked if Mark was taken care of. I feel something around my wrist tighten and realize you are tieing my wrist to the table. You then do the same with my right wrist.I am now laying on the table face down arms tied to it. My feet on the floor I feel you tieing my ankles to the table legs. Leaving my bare ass exposed. "Slave do you trust me?" "yes mistress" I hear you walk away for a second before walking back. I feel something cold and wet on my ass, then pain as I feel what seems to be a large butt plug sliding all the way in. That did not work." I say and shake my head at the memory of her huddled in a corner of the women's dormitory. "Treat her like she is your daughter." I smile and take Liss' hand in mine. "She is bright and just wants a chance, but as you can see she is still healing. She will not talk about what happened. I am not even sure if she should." Mother gives my hand a squeeze."What I am worried about is how will people around her treat her." says Howle, crossing his arms and frowning out the.