Carol

" I also instructed her to be in the Executive Conference Room at 3:00 PM on Monday. I have her calling me Sir by now, just as a showing of respect. It's the least she can do, don't you think? I've instructed her to sit on the table facing the web cam that we use for online conferences. I've told her I will call her on the phone and we'll have some phone sex. I tell her to play with her clitty and masturbate to completion. And the bitch did it. Up till now, I was bluffing, I only had her emails and she could have gotten out of that maybe if she was smart. But now, I had video, she was mine to do with whatever I pleased, and I mean whatever.

Daddy

"Carol, I just wish there was something, anything I could do to help"

"I'm afraid that isn't going to be possible, he is going to use both of us."

"There has to be a way, let me think about it."

Carol and Daddy were reduced to only one form of communication that they felt safe that J C Cutter wasn't tapping into, Messenger. It was through these chats that a plan began to form between the two of them that would turn the tables on Mr. Cutter.

November 7th, Yahoo Messenger:

"Carol, My love, I miss your sweetness, I'm afraid Mr. Cutter is going to deflower you."

"Oh, Daddy, I will always be Your sweet little girl, I will never change from that when I am with You. I adore You and I always will."

"What upsets you the most, maybe I can offer some moral support?"

"I think it's the clothing, he makes me masturbate every day in the conference room while he watches me. He records it all on video. He makes me wear a new dress ever day, he says he likes to think of a benefactor for me. He's given me a lot of money to buy clothes and shoes, get my hair and nails done. It's very expensive to be fashionable, I never realized."

" Money? How much money has he given you so far?"

"Almost $3,000."

"Three Thousand Dollars!! Where does a fagot from IT get that kind of money?"