"You stupid, useless piece of shit! You are only good at one thing and you can't even do that properly. What should I do to you?"I was trying to hold ...yself not to cry. I knew all this was a game, but this was different. With the earlier humiliation and this, something had changed. I could feel it. He took my pride, shattered into pieces in a way he never has done before. He was extending his control over me. I didn't think that was possible but he was extending it. I always thought he has. I have been tasked with making you comfortable during your stay. The kitchens have prepared an early supper. Shall I serve?" Of course, but only if there is a place setting for you as well."Her wonderful attitude surfaced again as she danced around the table, laying out a service for two and placing covered warming dishes here and there. A team of four servants entered to prepare and light the fireplace, light a small chandelier over the table and, after covering a sideboard with a tablecloth,. Her ass protruding out in a perfect dome shape. I was examining her body, and visuals of the earlier night of the incident came to my mind. And I was lost in thoughts.Priya: What happened? Why are you just standing there?Chetan: Oh, sorry, masi. I was just thinking about something else.And then I laid my hands on her back. I massaged her shoulders and ran my thumbs along her spine and at last massaged her waist. She was enjoying it as I could make out from her relaxing moans. I continued doing. George’s car approached Chigwell on the A113. He was already on the road he wanted, so now he just had find the shop. There it was: Styles By Angie O’Toole. He was dressed quite casually and as it was a sunny day he kept his sunglasses on. The car was parked twenty or so yards away and he walked back to the salon.He stood outside looking at a few notices in the window and checking out the interior. He didn’t recognize her straight away and he didn’t want to leave a message, in case she wasn’t.