Emily's dad revved up the engine, one last exchange of words and waves; an awkward smile and off they were. Just like that. All we had worked on and a...hieved gone in the blink of an eye. At least we had kept our promise to renounce a dramatic farewell scene.I sighed heavily. My dad padded me on my shoulder like dads do with their sons and asked me if I was relieved to have survived two weeks babysitting. My answer came with a blunt 'yeah' and a forced chuckle.I excused myself to my room on the. He showed me out of his lounge and down a corridor towards the back of the house. Steps ran down to a basement area. Along one wall were four identical doors, three were open showing small, windowless, rooms beyond. The fourth was closed. The Minister took a key from the pocket of his jacket and unlocked the door. It swung slowly open. Inside, sat on the floor, chained by her neck to the wall and recognisable by her long dark hair in spite of her veil, was Cora Argyll. The growling grunt that. Because first, mistress wants to make every hair on my body stand up. To see goosebumps all over me.Her soft fingertips slide over my legs, up to my crotch. She tickles my tiny penis, my balls. She takes care of my hips, makes little rounds on my stomach, the area just above my sissy clitty. She rises up, comes closer. I see her black lacy bra stick out from underneath her short pink satin baby doll. She’s standing close to me, when I look up, I can see her friendly face, the pink bow in her. ’ ‘Oh, do you think?’ Raising a hand to her cheek, she gave a startled laugh, clearly unnerved by the flattery. ‘Thank you. Though to be honest, it was too hot out there for me. And very humid…’ I found I was only half-listening as she began to prattle on about their trip, instead watching how she looked at Drew, the way she scanned his face, appraised the length of his body, the clothes he was wearing, the way his hair was styled. And the rest of us knew what she was doing, even if she didn’t..