He was gonna have to pass on getting the gas he had originally planned on getting when he came in today he need to get out of there quickly, so before...she even had a chance to remind him of it he turned and headed toward the door. “Thanks Mister!” She yelled looking at the card, she was too excited about the thought of getting her own place to even remember he hadn't purchased anything so it worked out in his favor. She was already planning out all of the things she was going to need for the. Right now she just wanted him to suffer.“Good Goddess...”“Mistress Superior...”Abigail turned as Jessica limped forward. She moved with Vicky's help, her arm gingerly around the other woman's shoulder. Gasps and dejection filled the room as the Sisters got a good look at their wounded leader.Abigail's face transitioned from fury to pure sadness. “Mistress Superior... I'm so sorry.”Mercifully, her eyes had been spared, but fresh welts and scars crossed her arms, her cheek and her forehead. It. "Allison took a deep breath."You know I love you, right?" Allison asked."Of course. I love you, too." Abigail sounded a tad confused."And we both love Jack, too." Yes. Where are you going with this, Allie?" I'm ready to have a baby, for you and Jack."Abigail sighed. "We've been over this, Allison. Your babies should be yours. You shouldn't have a baby to give me just because I can't. No matter what we say about me being the mother, you will feel responsible for that baby, and will want to—" I. I then remembered, I’m not allowed to wear anything. I went down stairs to wait for Jim, and mom. Fuck, I have to remember to call him Master Jim.20 minutes later they walked through the door. They look very, unhappy.“Mom what’s wrong.”“I’m so sorry Marcy. The bidding is over, and, and the Russian won.”I just stood there looking at mom. I was in shock. The guy who wants to torture me, do lots of painful stuff to me, won! With out knowing it, I started to play with my self.Mom then said; “Marcy.