said Master Leo, when he came in, dressed in his jeans and black shirt again. He brought a chair, and put it next to Rose’s bed; then he brought his phone and put it again on the tripod and started to record. “Seems like you were a little bit naughty in here already, Rose,” he said, gazing down at her pussy. “You look a little shiny there.” He smiled and patted her right on her pussy, so hard that the pats were really soft slaps, and Rose cried out, “Please… no!” Leo laughed. “Don’t worry, Rose. I didn’t tell you to keep yourself dry, so you’re not in trouble. This bedtime story…” Rose screwed her face up in confusion at that, so Leo explained, “I know you’re wondering why you’re having a bedtime story at ten in the morning. That’s because I’m going to give you your sleeping pill after that, so that you’ll have a nice peaceful ride in my van—and maybe my plane, too? Who knows?”
