No answer, but I noticed some smoke coming from the backyard, so I went around to the gate. “Knock, knock,” I hollered. A brief sound of rattling... then footsteps, and the gate opened to her standing behind it, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, flip flops, and an apron that said, “This shit is going to be delicious.” “Oh, I’m sure it is,” I said, which brought a moment’s confused look, then a laugh.“This is Roger’s apron. He usually does all the barbequing. Come on in.” I stepped through and she. It was all live so you could watch the training. We also had a live command chat. You could command us to do something to the girl(s) but we don't always listen. Next was the Profiles page. It listed all the girls (along with a small photo and nesseccary info like age, height, etc). Then if you clicked on the girls name (which was changed to something more kinky), you got a more detailed profile, an introductory video by her and the view of her room via a camera. If you were a gold paying. A well-known figure around the Willow Vale Estate. It was unspoken common knowledge that if you had a son with issues you could send them to Mr. Davis for a very calming if unusual practice. He would drain their nuts dry. I never had need of his services thanks to Max, but I had heard stories about his sessions. Mr. Davis was in his mid to late forties, with a body that was in better shape than guys half his age. He was casually dressed in jeans, flip flops and a fitted t-shirt. His hair had. The whole 'princess' routine was a pain in theass. I hated it! I wanted to just be a nerd and play on my computer. I'mglad that Reyna and I had that in common, she hid it from the others butshe can work a computer well. Do you remember at your house when we'dwatch TV? I wanted to be like the woman on the show, doing computerforensic examinations and ensuring criminals go to jail. Mom and dad, myreal ones not the ones who donated sperm and carried me for nine months,they love that I found my.