Damn," you shrug. Neither of you two would be any use under the hood of the broken down car - your skills in particular lying in the area of computers...rather than anything mechanic related. "No, there was a house just a little while ago," she says, grimacing at the thought of walking through the rain. "We should ask to use their phones, get triple A out here at least."And so it was that you and Rachel (her shirt clinging tightly to her petite body, easily exposing her bra underneath) found. A few weeks into my training, Mistress Sun instructed me to be her servant for a little ?Tupperware? party she was having that night. I arrived at her home and she led me into her guest quarters and told me my outfit was in the bathroom. I didn’t know what to expect, a tuxedo or a thong and tassels. What was there was closer to the thong. Actually worse. It was a leather jockstrap that left my ass completely exposed. A leather collar was there also which I quickly buckled around my neck. I was. ”“Daniel,” Brina offered, and looked to her husband for confirmation.“Daniel it is.”“Well then, Daniel. Nice name you have there. I...”“Dad?” Brina asked as her father sat back, his features pinched in apparent pain.When he collapsed back onto one arm, Kia and her mother both scrambled to his side.“Dad!”“Grandpa!”Gary found his feet and grabbed his pants. “I’ll bring the car down here so we can get him to the hospital.”“Gary – wait,” Daniel said in a weak, quavering voice. “My... My time.”“Not. With a slight sob Iwhispered, "I am sorry miss Jessica..." She kept looking at me. After acouple of seconds she said, "And...." "Can you please make... make melook... pretty."I was broken. And she had not even started.That is when she started telling me what she was going to do to me."Sweety, your dark hair is really pretty, and has a lot of volume, butyour mom thinks it needs to pop a little more. She has told me that Ican dye the top layer a very light blonde - you are going to love beinga.