" She skirted closer to him, sliding her bare feet over the floorboards. He was standing in front of the couch and she put her fingertips to his chest... trying to push him down onto it. He didn’t budge. “Loosen up. It’s a weekend, right? School‘s out.”“I’m leaving.”“If you really want to.” Abbie was standing right behind Mr. Dane. He didn’t seem to realize she was there, not even when she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into a sitting position on the couch. Phoebe clambered. Dorothy took me out and with a company credit card we went to a nice store and I was fitted for half a dozen pair of slacks, half a dozen sports coats and six suits. They even bought me two dozen shirts and ties. I was taken to the hotel and as I dressed for work, which was a black suit for me, black tie for the guests, I was handed an iPhone and a new iPad. They are "the tools of my trade," so I was informed. The iPhone was already loaded with phone numbers and the iPad had preloaded websites. I instructed you to get the chest. I. Am. Waiting.”“Fine.” Stomping out of the Dining room. Cat returned minutes later with a chest that should have only taken half the time to retrieve. “Here is your stupid chest.” Bang. It thudded against the tabletop.I hadn’t been paying close enough attention and thought that the shopping expedition with the Kresges would suffice as a sufficient stress reliever. That was my fault. Opening the chest, I retrieved the Velcro cuffs. Not giving her the choice,. I used the same key to open the room. The room had red walls. The bed in the middle had a black silk comforter and lots of ways to tie the girl up to it with ropes and shackles. The room also came with whips, an array of dildos, plugs, and vibrators and other various… torture looking objects which I wasn’t quite into. I sat the girl down on the bed and sat in the one chair they had sitting in front of it. “Do you have a name pretty girl?” I asked. “Rosalind.” She answered, her voice sweet and.