”“That’s not a bad idea,” her dad smiled. “You mean you want to go somewhere far away so your mother won’t expect you back every weekend?�...�“Maybe,” Charlotte blushed. “Do you think I could go to the Open day?”"I don’t see why not. You were only grounded from going out socialising, not educational things. When is it anyway?”“It’s in four weeks. I thought maybe me and Emma could stay with her sister, Fiona.”“Ah, yes. The Fiona with the spiked hair.”He glanced at his watch. “Well, I’d better be. She smacked me again with the whip handle. ‘BITCH!’ she shrieked. ‘Know your place!’ ‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’ She tore open my pants and grabbed my cock, pulling it out violently. I winced again, which only gave her pleasure. ‘You call this a cock? You want to put this limp, filthy thing inside me, don’t you?’ ‘Yes Mistress.’ I replied honestly. ‘You better fucking beg me to even put it NEAR me, you worthless piece of shit.’ ‘Please, Mistress…I want to…’ ‘…want to WHAT, you bitch!?’ ‘…fuck you,. It was really bad when Tommy would bring a fuck buddy back home for a night of raunchy, steamy hot fucking. Tommy was bisexual. Sometimes it would be another boy he would bring home to fuck. Sometimes it was a girl. Sometimes it was even both. Since our bedroom was near his, I could often hear the sounds of wild animalistic fucking emanating from his room. God he could have been a pornstar with the way he fucked. Once I even caught him fucking one of his many conquests. Tommy had left his door. . you ... You have been threatened?" Yes Ms. Hughes. I didn't know anyone knew this number; however, they knew me and threatened me, veiled though it was, with most grievous bodily harm if I tried to pursue finding out about my accident. Furthermore, you told me my belongings would be sent up to me, and I quote, 'so we can go through them to see if we can find what you need for right now.' You see I have an eidetic memory, and for most things, I remember exactly what was said and what I saw..