"With your parents?" Well. Yes.... But not really. The estate is pretty spread out. I don't see them, unless I want to." Then CJ pushed a button and d...rected, "Take us by Shale Rock on the way back." Shale Rock?" I teased. "Why not Benson Manor? Creighton Place!" "Very funny. Creighton is my mother's maiden name, so that wouldn't make sense. It's a family thing for me to take her name, but I've never gone by it." I was just teasing. I still live on our estate too," I said, laughing."There's the. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked in astonishment."No idea!" she giggled. "From my grandmother?" Did she teach you?" Nope. It must be hereditary."Steven laughed. She had dispersed the earlier intensity of feeling with maturity. He marvelled at her.Three days later Helen rang and asked to speak to Becca. She thanked her for being instrumental in bringing the evildoers at the home to justice, telling her that they had all been remanded in custody, bail having been turned down. She would. For several minutes they stood locked in their embrace, hands gently rubbing bodies, lips sliding against each other, tongues fencing. The kiss ended by mutual agreement, but neither one let go of the other for several minutes more. ‘Good afternoon, Alex. Is there another glass of that,’ she indicated the empty wine glass he had been drinking from which now was sitting empty on the table. ‘Another and another and another if you wish it, but I would also suggest some cheese and bread, otherwise. He hits me again and again, methodically covering every inch of my bottom and thighs, even taking advantage of my spread-eagled position to whip my inner thighs. Master is always in control of the situation, and I rarely see him angry, but today I can feel his rage in every blow, and a tendril of fear begins to wrap itself around my brain. Between the very real physical pain, and my growing realization of how I have disappointed him, tears begin to roll down my face, but I am his prisoner,.