I got out some massage lotion and some towels. I spread them on Michelle's bed, and waited for her to exit the bathroom. I thought some candles would ...elp her relax, so deployed them on a table near her bed. I heard the water slosh again, and assumed Michelle was getting out of the tub. "Dad, Dad, can you come here?" She rarely called me "Dad," as I was her step-dad. I figured it was fairly serious. I went to the bathroom, and Michelle was standing outside the tub - holding her leg. "I can't. "They were so crisp that the roof of my mouth is sore though," complained Susie.Tom and Briony were unsympathetic."Stonehenge though!" exclaimed Rory. "I thought I'd just be impressed by the huge stones but the history and the unanswered questions..." I'm not sure the Preselli theory is right," said Susie. "I'd put my money on the Irish Glacial whatever and that they found the stones closer. Even so, whew!"You must have been there," added Rory, "but, despite the crowds, didn't you feel. Who would get pleasure out of asking something like this?"Jake said, "I don't know." He thought for a minute. Pleasure, he wondered. "So you'd feel better about saying 'yes' to people if you knew they'd get pleasure out of it?" Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I just want to help make people happy!" So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... suck my dick, right here in the break room."Abbie looked up at him. Suddenly Jake regretted it. "Oh my. I showed the item to her. She stopped laughing and gulped when she saw the black riding crop."Rule Number One," I said. "Do as I say. Fail to do so and I hit you with this." The young woman nodded."Now what's your name?" Cheryl," she stammered."Good girl," I said, patting her on the head. Then I slapped her hard again. She looked at me in shock."Rule Number Two: Always say sir or Master when talking to me. Understand?" Yes, Master," she nodded."Now, answer my questions. And don't forget Rule.