He chuckles saying, "You don't have the strength to try such a thing, Angela. That's right, your name is going to be now Angela Rena Campbell, my newl... adopted daughter. You will obey me and you will wear what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand me, Angela?" I nod yes. Tears are streaming down my face. I can't say anything anyway. "I am now going to tell you why I did this to you," he tells me. "It is because I have always liked red headed little girls. I want a 12-year-old girl. What he's doing is illegal, and he's using rogue agents, but it doesn't matter. To these people, the end justifies the means. And they will use any means to get what she has."Detective Mike walked toward the door. At the doorway he turned around and said, as though continuing a conversation they never had, "Well, Mr. Tabor, if you hear anything, call me." He made it obvious that, from where they were standing, they could be heard by someone eavesdropping.Frank followed him to the door. "Yes. I. Ponnamma was telling “X, Don’t waste the milk. You could press my right breast gently to avoid milk leakage and continue your play. If Rasu is healthy enough, he definitely would have joined you in drinking this milk jugs.”Rasu told “Ponnamma, Don’t be harsh on him. He’s after all a young guy, who is having his first night with you. Let me do a trick to make this night even more interesting. I will apply honey on your right breast (which I missed last time), stomach and vagina. When X is ready. I hope you don't mind that either." "Er, Flora," said Jason looking wryly up at her, "I don't think you're supposed to ask a slave if he minds or not- it doesn't make you a very convincing dominatrix." "That's okay," she replied brightly, "I don't really want to be a convincing dominatrix." She had started pouring the oil on his belly, spreading it around, and down onto his legs. It was very warm, almost hot. "You look terrif!" commented Jason, "That's a hell of a... a... whatever.