”She nodded, “It would be like having no rule at all. You could just find a way around it every time.”“Exactly. And that’s what I’m strugg...ing with. All that other stuff was an attempt to find a clear, unambiguous hurdle that you couldn’t clear. Why? Because of your literal reading of the rules.”“May I make a counter-argument?”“NOW you ask if you can argue with me?” I chuckled, pulling up to a traffic light.“I don’t want you upset with me.”“Won’t happen. Go on.”“The goal of the rule is twofold.. My body trembled as the rapture built. Juices dribbled down my thighs.“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Mrs. Teller, your pussy's so hot. So tight.”Your cock's so big. Love me! Make me cum! “I will, Mrs. Teller,” I moaned, wishing for it to be true so badly. My fingers plunged into my pussy's depths. My back arched. Pleasure exploded through me. My pussy spasmed on my digits. My clit throbbed against my clit. My head leaned against the glass window as the rapture flooded through my body. My eyes. The slamming door meant customers had arrived. ‘Isis, mother her in the afterlife,’ Ibis whispered, hearing footsteps in the hall approach her room. These were not living footsteps, they dragged in a way no living person could. Her concentration broke, and her hands sweated as she added herbs to the oil and blood feeding the flame. Ibis heard the pads of fingers dragging down her door—dead, bloody fingers. Ibis could smell the trails of blood left behind. Sometimes other girls heard Quintia,. She pushed me over on my back and unlocked the cock cage. Even being bruised and battered I still managed to get a semi. I was laying back trying to breathe through what I had been through and she hauled off and kicked me in the balls. “Boy, I’m either going to destroy you or make you my bitch.” And kicked me in the balls again. “Now tell where you keep the pill bottles that you cum in when you beat off.” “I don’t know what you are talking about” I replied. She really kicked me in the balls.