I had parked my Range Rover next to Mina's Jaguar, I opened the back up ordering her into the back area, I got in the other side and looked sternly at...her. Mina is playing the frightened victim perfectly, " Mina, you are undoubtedly the dirtiest whore." " Please, John, please I'll be a good girl from now on. I'll do everything you tell me to." She bowed her head and bit her bottom lip, seeming to look ashamed but, in reality, she is hiding her face to prevent me seeing how much she is enjoying. I waited, offering nothing. I wasn’t sure what to expect with this woman, and I’ve found it's often in my best interest to lay low until I’ve felt out my captor somewhat.“Hmm,” She pondered, looking me over and appearing somewhat unamused, although somehow motherly as well.“I almost let you go, human, I really did. But then you had to go and have a laugh at my handiwork and now… well now just look at you.”I thought back to the mild chuckle I’d had in the passageway. It hadn’t really been at her. Unfortunately for me another lady called me through, she was Clair and looked around 45, slim with no tits unlike the young girl. As we continued my therapy I had to do a walking test and as I walked along a corridor I stumbled and she caught me, her arms around my waist, as we were close we looked into each other’s eyes and I wondered.As we carried on I staggered again, and again she caught me, again we were close and I leaned in and kissed her, she didn’t flinch just held me upright. After. We shared a sleeping bag and cuddled-up together, wrapped in each others embrace, falling asleep in the warmth of our nude bodies, girls aged seven, giggling as girls do, and in the morning, I remember very well the lurch when she moved to get up, as if a part of me was being lost.Can a girl of seven feel that kind of love, I think so?Katie slept with our legs entwined, locked in a scissor like fashion, our cunny's crushed against our thighs, as we subconsciously squeezed and softly crushed.