” The memory brought fresh tears to my eyes, and I angrily wiped them away. “Good. It’ll work out better that way.” Jess appeared unmoved by m... anguish. “This is the first stipulation: if you want to stay here, keep in mind that your yearning for kinky control has brought you into this situation. So it’s only fair if the same will bring you out of it.” “But, how…” “I told you to keep your questions until I’m finished!” Jen snapped at me, and I bit my lip and withered under her angry stare,. I called to say I was coming and she asked if I could head around the back as it was a nice day and she was in the garden. once there I found she was on a sun lounger in the garden, dressed only in a short skirt and lace bra, my eyes fixed on her nipples that were clear to see though. I stubbed over my words but somehow asked her to show me the problem, it was a easy fix but she stood there all the time I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She turned to me and asked if there was a problem with. Some speculated that it was a mistake, a “what do we do with this extra space?” error by Meduseld’s long-forgotten builders that was never after mended. Others joked that it was more likely left in place for the very purpose to which she was about to put it. It was a small, empty room unconnected to anything around it, but shadowed and difficult to notice or access behind its protective trio of rough-hewn support pillars. And then, within, yet another empty space hidden behind the double-bend. He’d have a decent paycheck with plenty of time to take auditions. The stage was his love, the thrill of a live audience. If he could make it there, he didn’t really care if he never got a movie role. One of the academic requirements he had was essentially as a teaching assistant. In fact, he would receive credit for running the school theatre’s set and design shop over the summer. They also paid him exactly what he made in one porn shoot for three hours a day for the entire summer. He’d done.