? Oh no, he wanted me to make like I?m an old hand at this. ?Got to keepup appearances for the sake of the business,? he says. So I sortof had to wor... it out for myself. Had to find out how to keep them in order.How to make sure they behave. How to make sure they don?t go wandering off andhow to make sure they keep fit enough to go on doing whatever it is you wantthem to do. There aren?t any books ? well none that are any use. There?s plentyof fantasy out there about how to treat your slaves. She gasped into his ear like she understood what he was doing but he continued anyways, continuing his slow, apologetic rhythm. He touched her body slowly, breath catching hearing her gasp. The guilt consumed him. She was so appreciative, so thankful for him. After months of his sickening cycle and months of her taking care of him without complaint, he’d realized he didn’t deserve her and he’d left her, moving into a motel room with bad lighting. There he’d stayed for six weeks until he took. You know very well I never joke about the rod. I'm quite serious. The rod told me to have you prepare yourself." Jane said."What's this about?" Susan asked."I think you'd better ask the rod that ... in person." Jane said.Susan looked at her a moment. No, Jane did not joke about the rod."Okay, I'll be there after I bathe." Susan said."Use the bath by the cloister." Jane said, referring to the room which contained the rod.Susan nodded. Something strange was going on. She opened her senses and. "What the fuck is that!" I gasped out horrified. She shrugged. "It's just a bunch of chemicals I managed to whip up. Does the job. All I have to do is inject this into her brain and it's lights out for Mama. Sorry, kids."She had started moving towards us slowly the syringe in hand and I was about to give her a hard kick to her pussy when suddenly to my surprise Julia seemed to 'come alive.' She hissed at the doctor before knocking her to the floor. Dr. Gulager was gasping in horror and.