I quickly find myself crushing on him. He tells me to come and sit next to him. He doesn't offer me a drink or a snack. He just starts on the scripts....I rollmy eyes and flop down next to him on the couch. "What is it?" he asked me. "Can I have some water?" I asked him, standing up again. "Yeah sure." He begins to rummage through the cabinets for a glass and hands me a cup of water and I drink it slowly. My blue eyes staring at him over the rim. "You have nice eyes Megan." He takes my glass and. We entered a room which seemed to be filled with instruments of torture and led us to a wall on which hung an assortment of whips and other things which could be used to beat one's bottom. I trembled at the sight of some of them like the riding crop, the canes of various thicknesses, knotted ropes, a cat of nine tails and other kinds of whips."Some of these have a specific purpose. It depends on the pain tolerance of your slave and how far you want to go. I don't suppose you have found where. ....", I started to ask. "Diapers", she responded - handing me apackage of Depend Fitted Briefs to take home with me.As she was driving me home from the hospital, Mom broke the news to methat Dad had moved out of the house - and into an apartment with hismuch younger "girlfriend." As she explained to me, she and Dad had beendrifting apart for years and she wasn't all that upset by his move.Plus, now she could "sue his ass for a divorce" - parents!While I was in the hospital and then after I'd. Not that she hadn’t secretly liked being fucked with his huge cock even that first time ... and perhaps if she hadn’t secretly been looking forward to it she’d have been dry, and then he wouldn’t have?Anyway he’d obviously lied and what she needed was a way to escape, and a way to get home safely and find someone else to appeal against the deportation with legal aid. So much time had gone by now, perhaps her mum and dad would have been released and she’d be safe at home again? But probably.