I don't want... please don't..." she said in strained voice.I pulled the ropes tighter. "You are out of chances!" I said, in my most stern voice. "Say...it now! Say 'I am your obedient slave and I live to please my Master!'" I...am...STOP! ... PLEASE!" SAY 'I AM YOUR OBEDIENT SLAVE AND I LIVE TO PLEASE MY MASTER'" I yelled, then put my mouth up to her ear again and pulled the ropes very tight. "Or you die...right here...right now...you will die!"I was not going to kill her, but she didn't know. It was so exciting, rubbing her own fingers over her rigid little clit, and she could feel her juices drenching her hand as she teasingly rubbed it up and down.As she turned on more and more, Libby parted her legs wider, thrusting her hips forward, increasing the speed of her finger stabs. She found herself imagining that a man was licking her pussy. She could almost hear the loud slurping sound of his mouth pressed tightly against her hot cunt as she ground it into his face.As she looked at. But this man was different. He walked around me, staring but saying nothing. Then, finally, he stepped directly in front of my cart and said "I think I know you." I smiled and said it was possible, where did he think he knew me from? He said "I was the man who connected you to the vacuum table at Marco's party a few weeks ago." I froze but tried to keep a straight face. "Marco?" I asked.He smiled and shook his head. "Well, let's see if I'm right or wrong." He pulled the cart quickly forward and. The exact gown Emma had been making herself sick for two weeks for so she could fit into the size 0 or 2, whichever fit her boobs.She rolled over on her bed, her groan being muffled by her Egyptian cotton pillowcase. She immediately rolled all the way off her bed, and ran to the bathroom, making the chocolate cake come rising up her throat and into the toilet. Her insides heaved."Emma?" her mom called."One minute," she shouted back.She swished some minty Scope around in her mouth, gargled,.