Her normal contact had given her the latest assignment, with a warning. ‘This isn’t for us. It’s a favor to someone outside our group, and to be...honest, my employers are scared shitless of him. Word of caution. Do not pry, do not try to find out the identity of your employer. You couldn’t anyway, he’s so layered in offshore shell companies it borders on paranoia. If he even thinks you’re sniffing around, it would be really bad for you, and your family. My advice, do the job as fast as you can. Your whore is mine, so don’t get in my way.” John actually giggled, and then did as he was ordered. “Yes, Master,” he said in his most humble manner, with downcast eyes. James’ ego shot skyward -- Wow. I’m REALLY the Boss!John downed a glassful quickly and pressed the button on the videotape, which sat on a tripod and aimed at the bed. “You may have a drink,” the Master said, handing Mary the bottle, “and then suck my cock, tramp.”She took the bottle, thrilled to finally get some. "Jane looked disappointed. She nudged Bob with her elbows. I walked out of the door. A minute or so later, I heard Bob call me from behind. I turned around to see him walk up to me."Jane wants you over for dinner tonight. You can bring Keisha along." Keisha is out of town. Why don't we meet when she gets back?"Bob hesitated for a second, "Please come by this evening. Jane and I would like that." Sure Bob. Text me your address. I will be there around 6 pm." Can you be there earlier by 3 pm?" he. Mr. Lane then told Bradythat she would never be allowed to be a girl and had to show much muchof a girl she was. He handed her the knife, to which she proceeded tocastrate herself by cutting off her scrotum and testicles. He knew whatwas going on the whole time: he was outside the door listening. He chosenot to call for help nor stop Mr. Lane from giving the knife to Brady.He allowed him to threaten her beyond the point of the need tointervene! He ignored a dangerous situation with the intent.