It was Beth’s secret fear, every time she was in the chair–not of losing her memories, but that when they took her back, that Missy wouldn’t be ...here. She didn’t know what she’d do if they took Missy away, or worse, if she was the guard…no. Better not to even think about it. They’d been there a week now, and nobody had split her and Missy up. You like to do what you are told. It gives you sexual pleasure to follow the commands of Mistress Joy. Beth managed to push that one away, but only. There was no way I wasgoing to make the girls wait any longer than I had to."Ah, there he is!" Ashley called out as I approached the Alcott'sbackyard. "What took you so long, kid?" Uhm ... I ... was all sweaty ... so I took a shower," I explained,going with the truth since I couldn't come up with a lie.Ashley giggled at my answer. "See? Isn't he adorable?"Claire rolled her eyes at her friend. "You'd better be careful, Owen.Ashley's got a thing for younger guys." They're so cute and eager to. " I said with a smile."Don't let him kid you, every white woman is their type," She said dropping her guard. I put it down to her being tired."I'll keep that in mind," I said with a smile. "But he would have to be my type as well. I'm really not that easy to take advantage of." Oh I can believe that," she agreed.She walked over to talk to Rodney. I assume she was making the same offer to him. Her age or body type probably didn't matter to him. I was curious to see how he would handle it, if she. No one in the club was suspecting anything as all girls were drunk. I though she is not going to do anything without my help as she is drugged. I went below the table and quickly removed her slacks and put them in her hand bag. I then pulled her hand and took her to the dance floor. She was not dancing now, but she was moving a little and hugging me.Now a lot of boys were looking at her legs and boobs and figure as she was wearing the micro mini dress without any slacks down and no bra. After.