10...I stop the crop, but leave it in place, pressing firmly right on your clit, and tell you to hold still. Right now! You drop from your toes and I ...ell you to look at me. I look into your eyes and can see the haze of passion clouded over you. Your stare is warm and wet. I know that you are holding on by a thread, but you are holding, because you know it's what you must do...good slave. Through the crop handle I can feel you body pulsing, although you are standing still, as I ordered. Time. Didn't she know that?But she came back holding a plastic box with a red cross logo on top of it. She knelt down on the floor next to my leg, then reached forward and grabbed onto my foot. Instinctively, I kicked her away. "You can't do anything," I complained."I'm your sister now. I can help you." You're not even my real sister."Gently, she touched my knee and looked up at me. There was something in her big green eyes that made me stop squirming, and made me look straight at her. And very. When I took the tissue away and tossed it in the wastebasket, then carefully replaced her glasses on her nose, she continued to stare at me, half-wonderingly, half-fearfully, as if she couldn’t believe that the same man who had done all these horrifying things to her was the same one who was now treating her so tenderly. I returned her gaze with one of friendly affection and said softly, “Do you understand what’s happening, Nadine? Do you know why you’re tied to your desk like this? Why I. When I came too we were in the shower room of our high school gym. Joel had taken me there, he said that he didn't know where else to take me. I was laying on the massage table with nothing on but my underwear, Joel said my clothes were drenched and he had threw them in the washer. I tried to stand and stumbled, Joel quickly reached out and steadied me on my feet. With his powerful arm around me he took me into the shower room, he shed his clothes. 'You helped me with school, I can help you.