Exploring the catarrh experience. A study into beliefs and expectations amongst chronic catarrh sufferers

Would you, dye darling? No, he doesn't have the balls to do anything. He's a servant. Just as you are, my dear. You're here on earth for people like Mr. Strong and me to use. And I fully intend to use you." "That's… evil!" Carole cried, not being able to think of any other word that would fit the situation. This was beyond her experience. Sold into virtual slavery, raped by her father, forced to suck off the butler, now chained like an animal, she didn't know what to do next. "Nonsense." Then, turning to Clive, Miss Olson snapped, "Leave us! Immediately. I'll ring when your services are required. My pretty-pretty and I really must get better acquainted." Carole felt a rising tide of panic when she saw Clive silently leave the room. She wasn't sure she even liked him, but he was in the same predicament she was in. Both were under the thumb of this evil woman, subject to her whim. "My, do you care so for him? We'll have to explore that relationship more fully. Later. It would be interesting watching him fuck your tight little cunt." Miss Olson came and sat on the bed ...»