”“What?” he asked standing by her bed?“Could you stay for just a little while?”“Sure” he said tucking her in and then going to the other...side of her bed and lying down. An hour later Spencer woke up to find Annie lying tightly against him with her head on his shoulder. He smiled, gently kissed the top of her head and went back to sleep. Spencer was an early riser, so he was surprised and concerned when he woke up and Annie was gone. When he went around the corner to use the bathroom and she. "Yes..." she answered hesitantly."Then tell me your old name. Come on, just between us girls."Her old name swam to the surface. "I ... I ... I ... I have no name. I'm just a slave."Constance nodded. "Very good. You passed the first test."She darted out the door, coming back with an electronic tablet and a small tote bag. She wrote something on the tablet then set it down on the desk. Picking up the riding crop, and pulling out the cage key from the bag, she walked over to the trapped. ." He looked around the room, along the numerous racks trying to imagine what a "massager" was, there was an array of vibrators and dildos and next to these something that looked like a mace; a wand with a bulbous head into which an electric cable ran, he assumed this is what She'd meant, he moved to the rack on which it hung and lifted it from the clips that secured it, surprised at its weight."Do You mean this...?" She nodded eagerly, "Yes sir, that's a massager, it makes me feel all tingly. Shebelieved in God. She took seriously the Church’steaching on various issues, abortion, just war,marriage and divorce.The one thing that she struggled with was sex.It’s not that she was a wild one or anything. Herexperience was limited. She was a black haired beautyat the age of 26, with a sweet and sultry voice and akiller body, pale luminescent skin, legs that went onfor days, perfect curves and proportions. All the guyswere interested in her. Heck, even some of the girls came on.