"In the garden by the fence." By the fence," I agreed. "I promise not to step on anything."Brian chuckled and shook his head as he walked away."Just t...ke him to the fence, Ellen. Let him do whatever he wants back there," he said as he disappeared back into the other room."What are you doing?" she whispered in a nervous voice."Just a few little adjustments," I answered.She looked towards Brian and then back at me with a questioning look."What kind of adjustments?" she whispered."You'll see," I. Her hair waspinned up in an elaborate bun and she wore a long dress withwide sleeves. Each hand was tucked up into the opposite sleeve,giving her a very submissive appearance. "You want alterations? You want to fit dress?" she asked ina high, soft, sing-song voice. "I can do fit for you." Both June and Peter smiled. Peter, taking a pretty smug andelitist attitude, which he often did with both women and withminorities, mimicked her question. "Yes, we want to fit dress,"he responded in. Jessica decided that Ricardo would never write a program like that. Allowing people to exercise their free will just wasn’t his style.So the question remained. Should she just leave this strange room? It would be easy to just start searching for an exit door and that’s what she wanted, just to flee and escape. But what about poor Amber? The woman was in chains, and Jessica knew how Ricardo loved playing with bound women. She rubbed her wrists thoughtfully and remembered her handcuffs and his. We chatted, well he did most of the talking, but I told him I was really just 13 and because of labour laws we lied as I wanted to be a hairdresser.Of course he was very complimentary about me, very flattering, and I responded by being more caring as I massaged his scalp, and pressed my pubic bone against if out-thrush elbow, something I was sure he would feel and notice.Eventually I offered a third wash, as if to prolong our intimacy, hoping he would think I was wanting to continue rubbing.