I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able...to take her to Chucky Cheeses for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I went to her school at 1:15 like always, happy to pick her up on a marvulous Friday. I didnt tell her yet, but I decided to take her with my pay raise to go see her role model. That night, I slept soundly, waking refreshed. I felt good, calm, and thanked my lucky stars I’d found The Coach House in spite of the strange occurrences and patients next door.*A tin of white paint and paintbrush in the bathroom cupboard gave me an idea. I could reach the water damage downstairs from the staircase and tackle most of the wall in the bedroom. I’d need a ladder for the ceiling but I’d paint what I could. What better way to thank Mrs Parker? She was an angel. She’d fed me every. She stood there nude, while Anne drooled over her for a minute, fondling herself, with a hand on her breast, and one hand in her panties.She wettened quickly, and took off her panties. Anna was standing staring, and idly caressing a breast, responding to the sexual message Anne had implanted."Now come here, Anna, and lick me till I come and listen carefully to me while you're doing so. You *will* do everything I tell you!" Yes, Miss," said Anna softly. She sank to her knees at Anne's feet and. "No, no," I hear Mark's voice. "You should know better than to eat before your Masters. The warm glow of the collar reminds me to put it back.Breakfast goes good as the Master's chow down on eggs and bacon. They freely grope us as we serve them. Mark grabs my tit and makes believe he milks it into his cup. The other laughs with him while I cream my pants. Noticing the leakage on my thighs, he reaches down and scoops some onto his finger, tweaking my pussy on the way up."Quite tasty," he smiles.