"No. Call me directly." She jotted down a number on an Angels business card. "My cell. Skip Angels. That is, if you want to see me again. Give me a 24...hour notice, if you can."That seemed a bit odd, but I was new to her world, so what did I really know? Maybe, without Angels, she could charge less or something. I took the card and put it in my pocketbook. Putting it in the drawer was too risky, with a fastidious house cleaner like Gina around.I rose, and put on a robe while Raquel did a quick. As I near my room, I drop my luggage, as my clothes fall out....you also notice a toy pop out, and bend over to pick it up and say this will definitely help the conference, you smile as you suck on it..I look at you as you suck on my toy, with embarrassment, wondering how well I washed it after I used it last night.... I say, Thank you for helping me with my luggage and if I could have that back, I would appreciate it...You can taste a slight hint of my pussy juice on my toy and start getting. " Come and see me then but no promises from me." You'll have to get your grandmother to bring you Emily, I'll still be in London. She encourages your nonsense but maybe you'll grow out of it soon and do something sensible with your time." Her scornful tone and sharp manner showed she had little love for her daughter and her abrupt dismissal of my words indicated she had little regard for me, or what I did.A little before four o'clock the following day, a small VW car parked at the roadside in. There are foot steps coming toward the door. She's slightly afraid of what she'll see when the door opens. Angel wonders what's in store for her this time. She plays with the purple collar around her neck, trying to adjust it, bouncing and flicking the red tag that reads "angel" on the front and "belongs to master" on the back. She feels a knot of anticipation form in her gut as the steps get louder and closer. Keys jingle, a lock clicks. The door knob twists, and it swings open on silent.