I sat at a booth at the back, sucking down a couple of beers when I saw her come into the bar. It wasn't that she didn't fit, she looked outwardly lik... any of a dozen other rich girls in the bar who were looking for sex, or drugs, or some complicated guy to bring some excitement to their dull lives, but she also had a look of a woman who was looking for something, or someone. Her eyes floated over me, and I saw her take a hard look at me not in a real obvious way, but in an intent way. She then puts her head on your lap, for fucks sake. You jump up. ‘See! You don’t fucking care! Screw you, no one will ever love me, I don’t care!’ ‘I’m sorry, as much as I want to help, you cant lay on my lap.’ You’re feeling awkward. Its your fucking job for christs sake. She’s proper crying now and you don’t know what the hell to do. You do what you shouldn’t. You put your arm around her and pull her in. Its then you realise how small she is, how innocent despite the gob, and you wonder….has. Oh! And to torturelittle Henry, of course.Every morning and evening, either Mother or Sally would arrive to bedressed or undressed. This always meant difficult and embarrassingquestions which I had to be very careful answering lest I received evenmore punishment than usual. Little Henry suffered a lot, in particularwhen I had to work with Sally and she always made absolutely sure that Ihad to do things which would really make him react. Just for variety,occasionally Sister Sarah would demand my. ? With no hesitationshe did as I asked then turned her back to me, putting her hands behind her. Ifastened the cuffs securely and the scene was on! Nowthe leather Domme took over and in just moments I had her kneeling on the floorin front of the couch as I worked the soft rubber gag between her teeth.? A piece of tape covered her lips and then Itook hold of those raven tresses and worked them into a single braid that startedat the crown of her head. Openinga drawer in the side table made.