I stood under the warm water, just letting it soak into me. Melissa asked me to move my head out from under the shower so that she could wash my hair,...as she washed me I had to bend slightly to allow her to reach my head, which meant that my head was roughly at her chest height. All done she said and I rinsed off the shampoo, I turned to face her as she prepared to wash my body, the water had splashed across her uniform, and I could have sworn that she wasn’t wearing a bra! Her hands worked. The rolling ball of destruction ground to a halt, and at last there was silence.The girl began to cry.Scott tore his eyes from the incredible scene and looked to the girl. Her mother smothered her in a hug.Scott regained his feet, his legs were wobbly and his muscles protested the abuse they'd taken to clear the vehicle. He was still holding the phone and bottled water. His heart started to beat again. How all three of them had survived he had no idea.His brain kicked in. The truck driver, he. She also told her when they left and were one their way home. Kat was truly very mature for a fifteen-year-old girl and Emi was glad for that because she didn’t know anything about raising a teen. It was almost midnight, and Emily was looking forward to going home. It had been a very long day. Then a call came in, four teens had been in a serious traffic accident. Two of them were dead on the scene. The other two were on their way with life threatening injuries. The driver of the vehicle. " Are you?" Charlie asked, smiling to himself. She had no idea what he'd planned for her."I think you should start addressing me as 'Mistress,'" Edith said, her voice dropping into the tone she used as a Domme. Firm and demanding, but sexy as well."Yes, Mistress," Charlie said, his own voice becoming that which he used as her sub. His voice may have changed, but his attitude stayed the same. Inside, he was burning with anger and frustration. But soon he would be able to vent it out…on his.