As if on auto-pilot, I sat at Izzy’s desk and for a good fifteen minutes, looked through the apparently disorganised mess that was her hard drive. I...found her University work, several thousand nondescript photographs of herself and other grinning, pouting teenage girls, a few rather soppy poems she had written and two novels she had started to write but then apparently, and as far as I could tell with good reason, abandoned.Something made me stop short of reading her emails.I was about to tear. Ivan took one of the pipes.He saw a small button on it and pressed it. A metre-long laser whip immediatelycame out of one end of the pipe. ?Which 2?? he asked.?Mine, of course.? Carloslaughed again. ?Get into position you 2.?Theworm got onto her hands and knees. Amelie did the came. Facing each other, theygot ready. ?Now, you 2 worms listened up. We expect a good show here. The losergets whipped,? Carlos lifted the laser whip for emphasis. ?So I expect both ofyou to try your every best to. I brushed her long, shoulder length black hair. It was soft andstraight, and I put a simple black headband on to pull it off her face.Her face smiled at me through those beautiful, full red lips. Her brightblue eyes highlighted with a darker shade of eye shadow gave her aseductive yet innocent look. I always get butterflies in my stomach whenshe looks at me. And I'm always surprised when I realize that I am she;I am Laura.I finished with my makeup and hair, and went back into my hotel room. Looking in the mirror, slave Connie smiled. She knew she was one hell of a sexy teen. She also knew Master’s guests would like and make extensive use of her.Slave Connie then returned to the kitchen and began preparing the steaks for dinner. Mistress Dora had left her a list of how the guests like their steaks cooked. The list included seat numbers that matched with a particular guest. A tossed salad and fresh peas and carrots were to be prepared as well.When slave Connie entered the dinning.