"Sh-h," I whisper, "quiet, Kitten." Blowing out the candle and setting it in a glass bowl, I place two ice cubes from their stainless steel container ...n my mouth. Lower it to the areas of your body covered in dried wax, blowing cool air onto them. Again you moan, fidgeting through the restraints. "Sh-h, quiet, Kitten!" Gently, I smack your breasts, your stomach. I rest on your wet mound, giving it three swift smacks. I smile as your body trembles. I guide your head toward my crotch, unzipping. Emily pulled the teat from mymouth and handed the bottle to the other girl. 'OK fill it up,but be quick, sissy is thirty'. My mind span, they wouldn't dothis. No please no I wanted to say, but remained silent. Emilylooked down at me knowing what was going though my mind. Shesmiled smugly knowing that I had no option but to do as shewanted, no option but to accept my fate.Kylie returned to the room holding the bottle that was now fullof a yellowy liquid. Emily and Britany both giggled as the. As Mom thumbed through the snaps she stopped on one in particular. "What happened here?" she asked. She handed me the picture, a shot of the yard with a black haze in center frame. "I'm not sure." I said lying. That was clearly the photo of Serena I took, but why didn't she show up?Back in my room I began to thumb through books that I've been given about Photography trying to find some explanation as to why Serena didn't show up. In a book called "History of Photography" by Alston Yates I found. *****La semaine se d?roula sans probl?me, autant pour Sam, qui prenait de plusen plus confiance en lui, que pour Chris qui d?couvrait chaque jour deschoses passionnantes.Au bureau, Sam avan?a bien sur la premi?re partie de son travail etJessica appr?cia. De temps en temps, il jetait des coups d'?il rapidesvers sa patronne pour l'admirer. Il regardait ses jambes, mises en valeurpar des escarpins ? hauts talons, sa taille fine, et puis son beau visage,toujours magnifiquement maquill?. Il osa m?me.