.. and it will never happen again in any case," she said."I don't want to talk about it David!" was all she had to say on the matter.It was during thi... period that David installed the wireless video camera in his mother's bedroom. He did it one day while she was at work; hiding it between the piles of blankets stacked on the top of her wardrobe; the lens barely visible.He had purchased the camera online and it was tiny; about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick. He could activate it. There are other names and symbols, those of my family, inked in my pale Celtic dermis as well.Five is my best friend and fellow slave girl, her number is one of those engraved forever in my dermis. So are the numbers of Two, Three, Six and Seven. Of One and Eight ... Master Dan owns Two and Three, Master Ben owns Five and Seven. Five and I recruited Six for my master, Joe. One and Eight belong to our boss Master Jake. These dozen people are my whole world.In high school Mr. Humprey taught that. We laid there for an a good hour before I said we should shower. I'd usually go in with you but I'm exhausted you go first and I'll wait.Big Lad came back in drying himself, I should have gone in with him, the wet damp sheen on his large white body was making me horny again, I went and showered and dried off, Big Lad was on the bed and laid flat on the bed playing with his hard cock. Do you think you could do that to me I asked, I'll give it a good go he said. I sat on the bed next to him and. The fake windows around the room shattered revealing cracked wallsand one big crack tore along the floor. I ran to the center of the room andfought my way through the other women maneuvering there to survive. Wehuddled together and the big floor cracked open under a couple of the womenthere, including my friend Greta who looked straight at me as they alldisintegrated. The wall cracks widened as concrete tore off and was suckedout along with desks and furniture. The rules seemed to be bigger.