.. and waited.I glanced at the clock and realized, to my shock, it was nearly midnight.Let’s see, it was after nine pm when Dr. Andrews called back,...and we probably talked for an hour. Then I wrote the e-mail to Jessie, which I probably sent about 10:15.Jessie was probably already in bed.From what her mother had said I knew she had barely gotten any sleep last night, and today had to be really emotional for her.Crap! I had been waiting for nearly an hour-and-a-half and she was asleep all this. Mom agreed to everyone's plan, though she assigned me a curfew, and gave the task of putting together my costume to my sisters, then mom and dad left. That was fine with me, because with my sisters having their boyfriends over, they wouldn't enforce the curfew. In fact, the longer I stayed out, the better they would like it.Next was the problem of a costume. We never had store bought costumes, but our outfits were always very creative. Especially when my sisters were in charge. This time. ” Her words startled him after a long pause where the only sounds had been drawn from between her legs where her dainty hand coaxed her closer and closer to Satan. “Sasha put a leash on me, leading me across the room on my hands and knees. Each time I moved, the clamps on my nipples seemed to bite deeper, the weighted chain swaying back and forth until tears were running down my cheeks. Mistress Kate had to remind me more then once not to let the plug she’d violated my bottom with to slip out,. ” A sharp intake of breath issued behind him. The convict’s eyes narrowed, no longer blue, but a steely flint. That broad face seemed harder still, but softened again when his glance moved past Jahn. “Never should have let her mother keep that kid.” From what both women had told him about their mother, Donovan’s suggestion seemed an unlikely proposition. Those eyes turned back to him and the voice came over the phone once more. “You know what miscegenation is?” You fucking asshole, Jahn.