He starts by asking, “How was your lunch meeting yesterday?”“I thought it would be a complete waste of time, but Director Morden from CSIS rescu...d it. I suppose you should have been there, but I think you were where you needed to be.”“That bad, huh?”“They showed up late and treated me like I was a freak. Ok, I am one, but there is no need to treat me that way. In the end, Morden said he would send a team over to help figure out what we need and what they can do for us. I want you to sit down. I got some food off the market, a couple of books from a second-hand shop, something to eat in the ‘The Brown Cow’ before heading for the 2pm bus back home before the schools kick out. There were around 10 - 15 people at the bus stop most of them elderly. The bus had just pulled up. I had 10 minutes before the bus left for a quick pee in the bus stop toilets. I hate public toilets, they stink but this one was usually ok and this time was no different. I got back to the bus in 5 minutes, showed. I told her to go and make me some dinner and I went out to buy some milk and bottles for the baby.I came back to the house and told her that from now on, her milk was mine and the baby was to have formula. She agreed readily and told me she liked to feed me her milk. She had made rice and I made her feed me with her hands. I fed her the occasional mouthful by first chewing the food and then putting it into her mouth from mine.She made me coffee after the meal and I watched as she squeezed her. Of course, that really is not her real name. It’s just a name I like to call her. She is my slave after all. I can call her whatever I want. It makes me happy. It pleases me.It also pleases me to tease her. Even torture her. Hell, I even do both at the same time. Like tonight.Jessie asked for it tonight though. Oh, she didn’t tell me herself. She couldn’t. Her mouth was gagged. Silently, she told me. I could read her body language as it hung there by all four limbs in front of me.Jessie stared.