Once her mother was out of sight, Tamara came running right to me. She asked me if I would really buy her anything that she wanted. I assured her that...I would&hellip,within reason of course. Apparently Tamara had thought about what I had said to her all night long. She said that she really wanted some clothes. She wanted a completely new outfit that no one else had ever worn including panties, bra, and shoes&hellip,and she wanted a new bikini too. That was certainly okay with me. So she got in. She picked up trash on the freeway because one of the people she apologized to asked her to do it. She has a shady past but she’s going above and beyond to try and put it behind her.”“Ok. If you trust her, then I trust her. A change in her has been pretty obvious since that whole incident, and you know me, I pick up on everything.”“No one caught on to anything at the manicure place did they?”“Nope. I’m as good an actress as I am at deciphering people. It’s a natural talent.”“A talent that. At bedtime Kasey’s pussy would be sorely used but she would still go read her 30 minutes of sex stories and shove the vibrator back in her sore pussy. It would feel so good seeing as how sensitive her pussy was by then. Then Kasey would beg her master for sex once again, getting fucked hard, her moans drowning out any other sound in their place. Then afterwards Kasey would bend over and get spanked before bed. After getting her ass spanked Kasey would strip in front of her Master then crawl in. The floor is polish wood and the back wall furthest from the foyer appears to be one impossibly large pane of glass with what appears to be an equally impressive view down the length of a valley, even though at the moment most of it is obscured by the storm outside. The three remaining walls are again bare stone and completely untouched by any art work or decoration. At the centre of the room is a large white rug with a white coffee table and two white leather corner sofas pushed together to.