I wonder what you did to make your former Master hate you so?”Priscilla wondered the same thing. What had she done to make Michael subject her to th...s fate? She had sensed that he had feelings for her and wanted to keep her. And, then, suddenly, she had found herself trussed up and taken to the clinic where she had been mutilated for the pleasure of this French pervert to whom she now belonged.“Let’s get you unhooked from this box, eh?”Priscilla felt the tubes removed from her urethra and. None of them looked familiar but weredefinitely "A" list talent. The second magazine she gave me startled meafter I opened it. I thought at first Dr. Turnbul gave it to me bymistake. It was some sort of pornographic magazine. It had the same modelsas the other magazine but now they were nearly or fully naked. Dressed inexquisite lingerie, each model having her own layout, filled with pagesthat would turn most men's faces red or hard in the pants. The firstmodel, dressed in a pretty yellow baby. Before I knew it, my hand was moving so fast in circles, rubbing over my clit that it was bumping into him. My eyes flew open and I looked at him, feeling slightly panicked that he might know who I was, since my sister might not do these things with him.He saw my expression and laughed a cheeky laugh before pushing his delicious lips against mine again.I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him as close to me as I could before sliding my hands down the back of his boxers and grabbing. "Bad boy!" I called over the sputtering exhaust of the engine.He only laughed.We motored around the small lake for a long time, stopping to take pictures every once in a while. At one point, we found a small inlet and dad slowly brought the boat into it. When we stopped, I lowered the anchor. I was looking around at the high ground surrounding us, the tall pine trees towering into the sky. Then I felt him come up from behind and sit next to me."Pretty," he said, as I sat in awe, admiring the.