’ ‘Good night, and thanks again. Really.’ ‘You were very good today, Jen. I was proud of you. Now be a good little slut and come a few times b...fore sleep.’ ‘Yes, Sir!’ The screen did its blue flash and he closed the TextEdit application as well, and she got back to what she was doing. She didn’t feel so alone, which she hadn’t noticed feeling before. It was kind of… nice, which seemed to be the word of the day. After the texting on the computer, as she thought of it, she realized that she was. As I reached out to open the car door a hand came from behind me and clamped over my mouth, the next thing I saw was a knife being held in front of my face. My first thought was that I was about to be mugged or have my car stolen, either way I wasn’t going to put up a fight.A voice from behind me then said, are you going to be a good girl and not do anything stupid. I nodded my head as best I could as the hand around my mouth had a very firm hold. No sooner had I given my assailant the. Madame had instructed her to wear a light weight sun dress. Her full, C cup breasts were contained by the snug halter top, and a swirly skirt covered a pair of simple, cotton panties. Nothing fancy Madame had instructed. Playmate's long, wavy, blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her face was without make up, not that she needed it. She was blessed with natural good looks, from her flawless complexion to her sea green eyes that were framed by thick lashes. Granted, with make up, she was. This slope was was only about 35° because we were limited in how hard we could pack the dirt. What I planned on doing was using the dirt that we removed from the moat as the dirt we piled against the building.The walls of the building were very close to 31 feet high, so the outer edge of the sloping dirt would be about 43 feet from the base of the wall. That was where we would put the upper edge of the trench.Uh-oh, my idea was not going to work. My dream was much too grandiose! If we made the.