? All three of us are Uncle John’s slave girls. I’ll let Mother Cunt or Auntie tell you how that came about.??Wait, before you go ahead, Crystal,...let me say that I’ve been married to John since I was twenty years old, and I love him as much, or more, than the day, ten years ago, when we got married. John is a good man. But, he is a sadist. He floats my boat, keeps me sexually energized, and fills my masochistic needs all the time. He has been my life since my mid-teens. ‘‘I have committed. Even now she remembered her mom’s loving face as she told her that she had reached the age when she should seriously start keeping track of time. Was that really only four years ago? In this white room she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Nothing made sense, nobody responded to her frantic pleas, so in the absence of anything else to do she did the only thing she could, she did just as her mother told her all those years ago, she kept track of time. Minutes went by in slow motion, each second. "Scott, if we had some of our people inside the enemy's camps they could give us advance warning of attacks and we could prepare ambushes!"The possibility of setting up a kind of intelligence or secret service hadn't occurred to me but now I had to seriously consider Gabrain's idea. In fact they had all given me food for thought. I wondered if I could take Fifi's idea of women taking on tasks traditionally done by men a stage further. Could they be trained up to fight? Perhaps only for those. I was so lost in her thoughts that I failed to respond. After some milliseconds (which were like hours to me) I said ‘Yes?’She gave me a weird look. Than I understood that she wanted to go to the other corner of row and i was lying in her way. So i adjusted myself and apologized. At that moment, That guy accompanying her got a call and he talked on his phone for some minutes. Than he said to that girl that he had to go to work. It was urgent. He kissed her on her cheeks and left. She was.