A small vase of fresh flowers sat on the table next to her bed. The soft jazz playing on the small clock radio covered the sound of the heart monitor....Rebecca kissed her on the cheek then settled herself on the edge of the bed and started eating her pie."How are you, sweetie? They taking good care of you? You look very beautiful today. Sorry it's been so long since I've been down. I've been stuck at a desk typing for weeks. Rod came by this morning to tell me I could go back to work on Monday.. "Breathe," Mrs. Wingate said.Bobby looked up at her smiling face and then let out a whoosh of air followed by sucking in a lungful of fresh air. He took deep breaths realizing he hadn't been doing it.Mrs. Wingate waited patiently and then turned so that her back was to Bobby. He stared at her pale round buttocks, the horizontal string forming a cross with her crack. And then she bent at the waist, peering at him from between her spread legs. He couldn't tear his eyes off the area between her. With her slave incarcerated in the locked cage she'd gone to find her handbag and pulled out an envelope. Now she was sitting at the table in the room turning over each of the sheets from the envelop one after the other and looking very worried indeed.George, peering out through the wire mesh of his cage recognised the papers. They had the characteristic look of an annual tax demand. From Deanna's concerned look, and the way she was biting her lip, she hadn't been expecting it."Mistress," he. It was exactly 9 when there was a knock, I opened the door and there she stood, she actually looked better than I remembered he, she was wearing tight black jeans (that bulged a bit at the hips and ass)but made her legs look less chubby, and a brown sort of asian patterned satin top that came down to just below her waist line, her blonde hair was more curly than last time and made her face look younger along with her make up.Come in I said I have something to say to you.She shut the door behind.