Very softly he said, “You’ve been a very naughty girl. Coming in here like this could cause us trouble if someone were to see what I was doing.”...His thumb slid up to cover her clit. He watched her smile turn into a look of intense pleasure that he knew very well. "Now I’m going to make you cum one more time and then you are going to go home, strip off all of your clothes and wait for me naked. When I get home I want to find you on your knees with your face in a pillow. I don’t want any talking.. "Do you want to leave him?" Her answer was swift, replying nearly as soon as he sent it."Yes, and I want to be yours," She told him. Tyrone agreed, and once again, they entered an online master/slave relationship.At first, it was simple online play with sexual RPs and fantasy talk, but Tyrone asked her for pictures of herself because he wanted to see his slave. And she obliged because he never forced her to do anything. He treated her as a partner, as someone who could say no and feel. Pick something out and let's go home."The car ride home was just as uncomfortable as the mall - Usually, Mom looked back at us every few minutes for the hell of it, but today she kept focusing on the road, and Julie took notice. I tried to seem like I was too caught up in my book to care, but I could tell that she was planning something - I just wasn't sure what that something was. She looked over at me, smiling."Jeremy …" She whispered, a sound of mischief in her voice. I looked up, looking at. The same applied to his legs andankles. Tapping them with the wooden hands they must have become wood aswell.With preternatural effort, he could still walk Jerking on the tabletoplike some sort of Frankenstein creation. He crudely managed to walk fromthe laptop to the Louis XV chair that came with the vanity. The stiffitching in his legs and thighs made him aware that, he was no longer ahe. The bands on his wrists were now clearly puppet joints. The clever balljoints that made old french.