I resumed my duties servicing both Maria and her mother on a weekly basis and it seemed like her mother was particularly glad to see me as it took her...mind of the situation with her soon to be ex-husband, she seemed to want to take it more and more in the arse or doggy style and I came to the conclusion that she liked to be submissive and for me to be masterful, fucking the slaves and all that and she certainly liked waiting till Maria had gone to bed then approaching me on the couch and. We have a plan. We didn’t break any laws, and we aren’t going to. Our way will force the police and the school district to do the right thing. Please trust us.”“You are in the foster system because you can’t be trusted to do the right thing.”I’m aghast and say, “Wow, really, asshole. You are telling me that my parents being abusive and hers dying in an accident are our faults. One more crack like that and I will be taking you down too, you fucking prick.”He swats me across the face, then takes. One of the driving forces of my captivity, ofmy emasculation and mental anguish ... the woman indirectly responsiblefor my rape ... was asking me, the person who was here under falsepretenses, if I were to be trusted. The easy thing to say was "yes", toallow me to have access to this powerful force who may inadvertentlysupply me with my means of escape. And the actual answer certainlycould have been "no", as everything about my situation was a lie. Butthe truth felt somewhere in between. And. Every scrap of trash had been removed and they had even cleaned the sinks and tub to remove the debris from the work. She had gone to the Laundromat while they were painting, and had grabbed some lunch when she was out doing her laundry, but was getting hungry again. Angela was just about to start the pork chops when her phone rang. “Hello Master.” “It’s about time they left. Why did they do all that work?” “I don’t know Master. They just said they were told by their boss to get it done. I.