After watching me grow into a teenager, my father had been having mixed feelings for me. He saw how much I was looking more and more like my mother bu... he kept these emotions to himself. Seeing how the boys in my school were looking at me, he knew then and there that he had to get me out of public school and into the boarding school. It had been a few years since I had been at the school, having left when I was 13 and only coming home during school holidays and summer break. Then I received an. Noooooo,? at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps extending her breasts and they snap back into place, now swollen and painted with red welts and puncture wounds. The man plays with her abused tits for a minute, twisting her nipples hard right where the clamps had dug their metal teeth in. She cries and shouts in pain, but the onlookers know this is only the beginning. The torturer then smiles wickedly and retrieves a red-hot poker from the coals. He moves it close. I pulled her up, stripped he naked, as well as myself, and we just danced to the distant music, feeling the base in our bodies… By the time we emerged, with a help of one the female staff members, who entered the room at the time when I had my tongue stuck in Monique’s anus, we were ready to party. The dance floor was buzzing. We just blended in, moving to the rhythm. Soon though, we have taken over the dance floor. Everyone (almost) was just mesmerised by Monique. By now she could care less. I was broken out of my reverie after he spoke those words. I was struck with the immediate temptation to punch the smug smile off his face. But one thing that I have learned in all my years of friendship with Frank was that you never take on Frank in a fight. Bad things happen if you do.My shock was now slowly morphing into rage and frustration, at the situation and most importantly, at Frank.“What the hell is happening here, man?” I couldn’t keep my incredulity out of tone as I demanded some.