She would limp a bit for about a half moon before it healed completely. The bone had been missed by the bolt, which was fortunate. That much damage mi...ht have been too catastrophic for his talents.The only difficulty he was having was the skin.Skin was harder to manage than muscle or even bone. Getting it to come together and work correctly was one thing; getting it to do so and retain its proper appearance was another. When the appearance of a slave is as important as her sexual skills, it was. No one on the “dark side” knew my real name or anything about me. I had one main contact person, Jack, and dealt with a very attractive Eastern European lady who was maybe a few years older than me, named Myra. I had one colleague called TJ. I only saw him when something was coming in or leaving the country.My “real” life at home was very hectic; little Shae became a bigger and bigger part of it.Mr. Manchik’s NeighborhoodI loved having a yard to work in. In what free time I had, I was mostly. "Shall we go and see what is happening in the pool?"We found Mrs Barnes leaning over a balcony with the pool below her." Who is that?" she asked."She seems to be the centre of attraction." We saw all the women with Wendy naked in the middle. "My daughter," I said proudly, "Is she enjoying herself do you think?" I should say so," Mrs Barnes replied, pointing to where my girl was standing in the pool."What is going on?" asked Clare."I think the women are swimming under her and eating her cunt. We stopped when we got to a darker part of the library. I looked around confused because these were not books I would ever read. I turned to look at my Master but before I could say anything he pushed me into a bookshelf. He grabbed my arm to steady me and told me not to make any noise. Then he reached up my skirt and ran his fingers along my already wet pussy. “Good slut, always wet and ready for your Master,” he whispered and raised his fingers to my mouth for me to suck clean. He took them.