They positioned it where both Page and Willow were on it. The slaves returned to the waiting position.Again, it was Willow that broke the silence. "Ma...ter Carl, my trainer has made it clear that a slave on the kneeling mat must speak the complete truth, and that it is not a place to deceive or omit information. But you might never ask for what I need to say. May I ask my trainer for guidance please?"Again, Carl said nothing but again nodded his consent."Ma'am, I first must apologize for my loss. Come to that, there will be times when I’m tired and irritable and snappy and bitchy… You’ll be glad I’m not with you all the time. So if it’s going to work, I’ll sometimes escape back to my own place, I think.’ ‘That’s fine, Anne,’ Stan told her, before Denise could speak. ‘We didn’t want to crowd you or anything.’ He gave Denise the merest flicker of a warning, but it was enough to stop her trying to browbeat Anne – as if that could ever work! ‘The other thing is, I can give you your own. It was my kind of place and I was loving the vibe.I was about to squat in the toilet when I heard someone quarrelling in low voice. Reluctantly, I put my panties back and stepped out to see who it was.The noise was coming from the last room on the floor which was for some reason next to the washroom. I tiptoed to see what sort of low-life bastards picked that place to argue.I saw a college boy and a girl standing face to face with furious expressions. The girl had a different reason for being. ‘The ceiling?’ When she glanced around she realized she was in her room, in bed. She had been dreaming the whole time. Teagan kissed her cheek, and she swatted him away. Chia hated mornings, for understandable reasons. She was a slow riser, and it would take her at least an hour to awaken fully. She rubbed at her blurry eyes and sat up. Her mind concentrated on only one thing: She needed food. She climbed out of bed, just barely noticing Teagan following her down the stairs. Chia was greeted by.