..if her photos were true, I was in for a real treat. I arrived at the coffee shop first and waited, hardly able to contain myself.I saw her come in ...nd knew immediately it was her. She looked around the coffee shop for me and at first couldn't see me...her face was so disappointed. Then I caught her eye and her face beamed with excitement as she came across to my table."Oh my God, it's you" she said. I smiled and that online spark suddenly became real as I met her in the flesh. And oh. This room too had a floor drain. From the smell of it Jennifer suspected that she would be getting more enemas. Through the scent of the cleaner she could smell the stench of human feces.After a while a woman walked in. Jennifer didn't dare turn around to look. She silently kept her face to the wall. Without a word the new whip mistress walked to the equipment side of the room and detached something. Jennifer braced herself and soon she felt the sting of a lash. It felt like only a single cord. I’ll go and make sure we won’t be disturbed, then I’ll come back here and fetch you.”And, to my bemusement, that’s actually what happened.Behind a nondescript door there is an upward ladder, which leads us to a cosy little cabin. There are two beds with a narrow corridor between them, nothing else, and it is almost high enough to stand upright.“This is nice. And we won’t be disturbed?”“No, Sir, at least not for the next hour or so.”‘Sir’, she called me. I like her better with every. " That," Special Agent Downs said, "sounds like a perfect place." Maybe you should call your daughter," my father said, and then added, "do you think she's home by now?"I looked at the two of them and then asked Dad, "Did you know where Jessica went today?"My father smiled at me, in a fatherly sort of way."John, I know many things." What a load of..." I returned to him.Theresa cut in, "I should think so. I'm going to call."She left the room and so I asked again, "Where did Jessica go?" Did she.