Ken stretched out on her back and used her huge head as a head rest. "Much better!" he proclaimed. Then to Cameron Cummins he said, "You were saying s...mething about abuse?" I certainly was!" he stated emphatically. "Just look at that poor beast! Kept constantly drugged..."In an instant, Ken was unceremoniously dumped on the floor as the huge cat, responding to his mental command, leaped over the desk and confronted Cummins who was seated in a high-backed leather-covered swivel chair. Her paws. "There was tension in his voice."Could you please park the car in the garage?" Of course," he mumbled."There is a blue Honda inside. Take it. It is old but in good working order." No. I will take a bus." Do as I tell you!" OK."I stopped and looked at him."Am I gonna see you again?" I asked."I will call you."I hobbled into the house, found the keys and returned to the front door. Steven was standing outside, looking down at the ground."Good luck, Steve! You are nice guy," I said as I gave him. .. five days a week? That's asking too much from anyone, especially you." Look, I understand what you're saying, but it's not that simple." Now you're just being pig-headed. You cannot sit there and tell me this isn't tearing you apart. She's there for hours in her underwear, with guys buying her drinks and telling her anything, trying to get laid. Any time someone wants to feel your girlfriend grind against them, they just have to give her twenty bucks. It's been five months. How can you keep. ” I smiled at her. Part of her would always need to be in control, but at least now she could manage when to switch it on and off. “Usually we do this with both parties blindfolded, but considering one of your fantasies, I think we can make a few changes there.” “The dark room fantasy?” Her voice raised girlishly at the end in excitement. “The dark room,” I confirmed, grinning at her as I got caught up in her excitement. “The three of us will be in there together, you, myself and Patrick, but.