”“It’s yes, Master to you. Do you understand that whore?”I replied, “Yes, Master.”“That’s right, you are my whore now, you do as I wi...h, and you never question what I want, or everyone will know just how much of a whore you are and how you have been sucking your step-son’s dick and letting him fuck you! Everyone will see this recording if you resist me. Do you understand that?”I looked down in shame, “Yes, Master.” Quietly thinking to myself, I will agree to anything. I want that young. Soon the elevator opened on a small room, maybe ten foot on each side, elegant with high ceilings. The room was carpeted in blue grey plush carpet, wall to wall and was basically a small sitting room decorated conservatively. There were doors off to the left, right and straight ahead with no indication of what lay behind them. There was another narrow stairway going only down and the sissy maid directed him to it. The sissy maid released him with a gentle push indicating he should proceed. Porter doesn’t have a skinny little dick like when you two last played house. We are going upstairs after dinner. Trust me.”When we finished dinner and dessert. Nalani and Porter got taken to see Shelly as she started to come out of the anesthesia. She was drugged up, in pain, and still strapped to the table, but leaned up now where she faced a window put in beside the airlock that went into the room where they operated on her in the suite.“Thank you for saying whatever you did to those two to. Oh God what now I wondered as I went to see what was going on. It was Mike's car. When he made it to the porch I opened the door and asked him what he wanted.He stammered and then said he came back for his cooler. I told him to get it and leave me alone.He followed me to the living room but instead of getting the cooler and leaving he asked if we could talk for a minute. I told him I did not think so and I wanted him to leave.Mike plopped down in the recliner and told me to sit down. I did not.