A tone that would make a person more susceptible to following orders. I also implanted some subliminal messages. I assume Emma wouldn't read her own f...nmail. That would take way too long. So whoever read it would be compelled to show her and have her listen. It was a small chance but it was all I had. In addition to the tone, I gave a second tone, just for Emma to listen to. In it, I ordered her to contact my cellphone and ask for orders. I figure if she did I could take it from there.I sent. More amused at the human comedy.“He told me they’re his mother’s favorite.”“Aw, that’s kind of sweet. Greedy but sweet.”“Yeah well. His mother’s in prison.”Vanessa laughed, “What for?”“Murphy Game.”“Was she really a prostitute?”“Off and on. She was never a street stroller, but she turned a trick now and then.”“Poor Joey.”Well, I’d treated him to two KC Strips to take home. Sort of like Buster and BJ and their to-go meals after they’ve stuffed themselves at Moe’s. It’s an indulgence, a kindness. We always left our computer on at home, and after the first house showing I noticed in the recent files folder that he had looked through our vacation photos. No problem and nothing out of the ordinary there, but it gave me an idea to fufill my exihititionist tendencies. I so wanted this guy to see a little more of her sweet little body. I created a new folder called "Sexy_Pics" and put a couple of private photos in there, mostly her in a bikini or swimming. I was careful to erase it each time. He then led Deb by the rope around her neck over to a picnic table in front of the cabin. He bent her over the table and tied the rope tightly around the opposite bench causing Deb to be bent over the table and not allowing any room for movement. Freddie raised his hand and firmly smacked Deb’s ass through the thin cotton fabric of her suit. He then ran his hand over her cheeks as Deb continued to cry out for help. As Mark and Tony approached Freddie pulled her bottoms off leaving her now.