It was in a large clearing, this big old white house, that had an old wooden back porch that had fallen in on itself, and there was this little stream...moving slowly by, with lots of turning leaves floating on top of the water. It had this dark gray slate roof, and all the eaves came out at least three feet from the sides of the house." I'm sorry, I don't remember any house that I painted by a stream, and I don't remember ever meeting you before. Are you certain that it was me you saw painting. After Bailee got finished telling her all about the amazing Brad Cooper, Aunt Ruth spoke; "Well he sounds like a wonderful young man, Bailee. But you know I will have to tell your mother about this. She sent you here so I could keep an eye on you and apparently, I haven't been doing such a great job at that," she said. "Aunt Ruth, you can't! Mom will make me come home and I will lose Brad!" Bailee said, panicking. "Well, Bailee, you knew that you weren't going to be able to stay here forever.. She wondered if she had been raped but she couldn't feel anything apart from the clit ring. Out in the hall way there was a lift and another door. She hurried towards the lift but as she got close to it her nipple rings and clit ring started tingling. It slowed her down as it was getting stronger the nearer she got. She looked down and studied them and they were little microchips. They were about to electrocute her. She went closer to the lift and they buzzed louder. Not daring to go any nearer. ”The words ‘sexually free’ were good words to use, it struck lots of chords that echoed around my head and made my skin tingle. I liked the way the conversation was going and I was becoming more aroused as time went by. Emily had a way with words that enticed me. The way she phrased them were sensuality in the making.I smiled, half biting my lip as I did so, “What is your first command? Emily.”Her tone suddenly changed from soft whispers to firmly clipped words. I liked how she formed them when.