I lean into her again, staring at her exposed breasts. Her bound hands force her back to arch up. With my finger, I slowly trace a line from her throa..., over her breasts, and down her stomach, resting at her waist. I stroke her fleshy mounds, gently at first, then with increased aggressiveness....massaging them roughly, then pinching and twisting her nipples until they stiffen against my fingertips. I take one of the hardened little nubs into my mouth, between my teeth, and bites down enough to. "She shouldn't hear about her future." he explains. "After her child isborn, she will give it up for adoption. Then she will seek out anotherrelationship with a man similar to Derek. He will tell her he loves her,take her to bed, impregnate her, and leave her. And the cycle will thenrepeat." Forever?? That's cruel." No more cruel, then what he's done to you, not to mention a number of other women. But it need not be forever. She can escape by breaking the cycle. Or in twenty years,. . what about if... Charles... you agree to curtailyour dress-ups as your father calls them until you graduate fromuniversity and we give you access to your trust fund," Penelope began."Oh, bollocks to that!" Reginald swore."Let me finish!" Penelope said impatiently."But you go to a school of your father's choosing. Somewhere a bitless liberal," Penelope finally finished.Charles knew he had no choice. He was reliant on his parents until hegraduated. If he dropped out now he'd have nothing and be. "She's good eh!" I laughed with him. The Saturday shift was always easy. There's a steady stream of customers to keep you busy and it was always a laugh working with Benji. Before I knew it, it was six o'clock and time to shut up shop. It was never open late on a Saturday cause no one ever wants to work it. Poor old Wes probably wouldn't mind it but Kathy doesn't want him working alone. Benji cashed up the till as I closed the shutters. The benefit of finishing with Benji was I could get a ride.