We both walked into the living room and I turned on the TV to see what the news had to say about the storm. I sat on the chair; Sarah on the couch. No... a good sign. We were apparently in the middle of a significant Nor’easter, with potentially a foot plus of snow or more along the coast. I had my coffee and watched as TV reporters from all across the area reported on the snow and road conditions. Sarah got up and went to her room. On her way I asked when she was going to explain this game she. I ask her sexual preferences, she’s shocked. I say, “Some clothes are for dominators, some for submissives, and some for neither. It helps to know your preference so I can select a suitable set for you to try on.”A very aggressive man enters the store and orders her out. He’s not having his sister in such a shop, as he has his position to consider. A bully. Jock is watching from the back room doorway. I say in a loud voice, “Please be quiet, sir, while I finish serving this lovely lady. Then I. I cry out a muffled moan and realize I’m gagged. I pull to see what’s going on but my wrists and ankles are bound. I’m spread eagle and at the mercy of my Master. He’s sitting beside me dripping candle wax over my chest and stomach. I can see that it’s still very early in the morning the sun isn't even up all the way yet. The clock reads 4:45am. My mind is racing with the sensation of the wax coating my skin. He dribbles a few more drops over my right nipple coating it in a nice thick layer of. And Audrey’s not a hooker. She’s a porn star,” Stacy said. “Big difference.”“You’ll have to explain that one to me,” Darcy said. “Seems to me, Cassie was both, or one or the other at different times, while she was in that city.”“Generalize much?” Stacy said, exasperated. “She and Nicky were dancers, on the stage. You know, spotlights, an audience. Hookers charge extra for an audience and porn stars hate them.”“You sure know an awful lot about it,” said Brianna.“I try to listen in when Dad is on.