She shivered as he moved his hand down to her tights and slipped inside them to play with her soaking pussy. She moaned as he started fingering her g-...pot. He looked straight into her eyes as she breathed heavily. "Pet," he said. First he had been 'J' but now she could see in his eyes that he was truly her master. "Yes master?" she asked. "Strip. Now," he said, not angry or yelling but very determined. He let go of her arms and she was quick to obey. She pulled off her shirt slowly, teasing him. She covered her breasts, then realised she had no knickers on, and tried to cover herself there as well. He laughed, that soft Irish laugh. It just made Monika turn red, with embarrassment. Eventually, Monika had no choice, chin held high, she walked, briskly from the pool, into the house, then ran to her room, and shut the door, firmly.They eat dinner, Monika still looked little embarrassed, as The Chairman insisted she sit by him at the head of the table, a devilish twinkle in his eye. He. He was rugged and she could see power in his movements. As she sat watching him, she felt as if she could feel completely safe with a man like Seth. A rush of cold against her ankle brought her back to reality. He moved it around her ankle…slowly…gently. Angel sighed as he cared for her injury and she laid back and her elbows, watching him. His concern was overwhelming to her and she felt a burning inside her. Slowly, she moved her uninjured leg apart, allowing her shorts to move away from her.. Water splashed at the floor at her feet.Imogen opened her eyes and turned for the soap, but she suddenly realized the soap dish was empty. There was no shampoo either. Strange. She sighed. The water felt so good she didn't want to get out.The water was getting louder and at this point Imogen realized it was pooling at her feet. "Fuck," she muttered. She bent down and poked at the drain but it consisted of holes drilled in the tile, smooth to the touch. She couldn't fix it.She closed her eyes.