Of course they didn't know about Rachel, and what she did with him on the afternoons she kept him after school.The depth of her passion for Bobby had ...rightened Rachel a little. When she was under him she felt helpless, but safe at the same time. He was her Hero, and he'd let nothing happen to her. But being helpless was also a little scary for an independent woman. To prove to herself that she was still in control of her destiny, she decided that twice a week ... Tuesdays and Thursdays, oddly. With the piece on the end of the fork, she moved the piece through the hood’s mouth hole.“Eat,” she ordered.His mouth closed on the fork. As she went after another piece, he began to chew the most sublime meal any slave can receive from his mistress, her shit. She fed him and watched him chew and swallow every bite. Certain he longed for something to wash it down with, she intentionally withheld her wine from him until every bit of her shit was consumed. Only then did she offer him the. I had determined to bring Bennington down and I was delighted that he was helping me in that endeavour. I suppose you could say that once a Shit always a Shit, and Bennington was indeed a Shit. I had got some interesting facts, and although they didn't show false accounting, they indicated that perhaps that was happening. I left a message for Vin. I had another job for him.He called that afternoon."Is there something I could help you with, Mr. Martin?" Yes. Vin. Would you go up to Chelmsford. Then further down those slender legs he had admired every time she was wearing a skirt. Totally mesmerized by the view he didn't even hear Mikes moaning anymore until he suddenly heared him say "Wow" and saw him sit back on the couch."Yeah, wow!", Joey said, "What the hell was that?"Only then did Mike realize that his roommate had come home and was standing there watching them. Like in a panic reaction he jumped up and grabbed his clothes. His brain began to search for some excuse or.