The stairs were such a terrifying prospect that Sarahjust waited and waited half dosing until at last the situation dawned.Whatever had happened Louis... wasn't coming back to find her, not tonightat least and any telephone or text messages that she might have sent wereof course also unreachable.The situation was now clearer. Hope again rested with the limitedability she had to shuffle about the floor or the house. Once at thebottom of the stairs getting to the living room was just difficult. We spent the rest of the day in the hut feeding each other fresh berries and teasing each other with our hands and mouths. When evening approached, again two new young women entered the hut to relieve these two. I was sorry to see them go, as I was with the others, but it just seemed the girls got more young and beautiful each time. They came bearing dinner, fresh fish, vegetables and yet more fresh berries. Again I was fed by them using their fingers and both sets of lips. After I had my fill. You have to submit yourself to me totally for one month. This is no one time thing. If you can do that tell me and I'll take you." I gave her the stoic face and did not say a word until she answered. Ray's training had been firmly set now.It was fifteen seconds before she finally said anything. "Ok." Ok what?" Ok, I'll be your slave for a month." She was looking at the floor as she said it."Look at me Trish. Tell me exactly what you will be, while you're looking me in the eye. Then drop that. An amazing woman, Rosalind is a fitness buff and therefore well toned. She’s in her late fifties but looks better than most women I’ve known in their thirties. She wouldn’t understand this but there is something compelling in her accent that attracts me to her like a cobalt magnet. In general, people’s accents intrigue me almost like they were a form of music. Women with British accents are especially pleasing to me and when these women use those so very proper spoken women use profanity it.