”“Going through all this isn’t luck,” Page counters, trying to find the right words to use so that this girl doesn’t go and run off, telling...on her. “Sitting in the damn cage, pissing on myself wasn’t luck.”Lisa cringes at the thought, but realizes that she’d rather have that than suffer her ordeal. “Anything is better than Rob’s punishment.”Page catches the girl not using master when describing the large man. But it could just be a ploy. “What I’ve learned so far is, you break a rule, there. " "I understand, but what about you, Mark? Shouldn't we do something about you?" "Well, yes you should! Come on up and show me what you've got!" Mark helped me up, which wasn't as easy at all since my legs were like jelly sandwiches. He lay down, face up, with that nice big cock pointing up at me. "I uh," he said sheepishly. "I need some release real quick, you know?" I told him yes, I did know. I found the bottle of oil and dripped it on his cock and balls. With both hands, I rubbed him all. As for chat rooms, I had heard of them but never seen or been in one and only used the net for surfing, mostly for porn I must admit.Jan was getting back on her feet and things were looking up,she was saving to get her own place and wanted to leave the Church flat as it was old and not in any way comfortable to live in.Asking if I was on the net and me confirming I was, she asked if I had been in chat to which I said no, I had heard of it, but had never been in it, I used my computer for. ‘We’ll be going down to police headquarters in a little while.’ Both girls began to cry. While Martha was dealing with the girls and they were waiting for transportation, Tim noticed a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the bedroom. He turned to the two sobbing girls. ‘Was Mr. Sanders taking videos of the stuff you were doing?’ he asked. Both of the girls stared at the floor and nodded. Martha and Tim looked at each other and smiled. ‘You think he may do that all the time?’ Tim.