So you liked that brat feeling you up, mauling your tits.” “No.” He yanked the tiny hairs and I yelped. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. Don’t eve... let me catch you lying to me. Now, you liked his hands on you, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Yes . . sir,” he corrected. “Or ‘Daddy’ if I tell you to. Now let me explain the facts of life, little girl.” He laid the belt in his lap and used both hands to squeeze my breasts hard. “Some females are just born submissive, born to serve, to be used, and they end up. Amazingly, the empty passenger compartment had taken the brunt of the various impacts as the car flipped; had anyone been there, they would be dead.I ran my hands down the woman's arms; one caught in the seatbelt and the other limply hanging to the roof of the upside down car. I used both hands and carefully moved her head around feeling for a neck injury. I ran a hand down her spine, not an easy task given the angle of the vehicle and her seat. I felt ribs and chest, ignoring the intimacy that. He introduced her as “Sister Mary” and stated she had come to them as a sign of the need for religious discipline in the fertile fields of the Lord. She rarely spoke and only nodded her hear to show her complete agreement with Deacon Johnson’s words.The former circus performer, Dixie Cartwright and her Alzheimer’s afflicted husband Father Francisco (a seminary trained minister with several published books of religious theology) actually owned the whole thing after the demise of their three ring. It'll be better, I swear it."Kitty managed between her own tears, holding onto the destroyed mantightly.October 31st, 11:52pmBethal Estate, driveway, 3 miles south of Aspen, COMaddy and Kitty stared at the large mansion from the front seat of theLexus. Both no longer wearing maid uniforms, but in fashionable fallwear to combat the cold night. Kitty turned to Maddy, her eyes stillpuffy from the crying, and took her hand."Come on, we have to go. With the phones jammed, and us being milesfrom.