Vivian stiffened at the command. “What? No! You can’t make me!” she said.“Want to bet?” Anatoli hissed. He grasped a wicked-looking knife fr...m the table of toys and came back to her, pressing the flat of the cold, sharp blade against the teenage girl’s left breast. Then he lowered the knife, resting the fine point of it against her tiny clitoris. “You want me to cut off your clit, bitch? Or are you going to start humping this cock like a good little slut?”Vivian whimpered, finally seeming to. And $200 was a lot of money.Without answering his question she silent sat there looking at him as he fondled her large firm breasts through her dress, squeezed them in both hands lovingly. Next she found herself being slowly stripped, her dress coming up over her head as she raised her arms, without a word, to help him take it off of her. Her bra next, she had helped him with that too. Then she had slid her panties down and off on her own. She remembered lying back on his leather couch. THAT'S what he was really going to say! Ah ha...) He then went on about how his (or so he thought) future wife would welcome me with open arms. Poor Mr._____, I thought.As mad as I was with him ready to threaten my livelihood,I didn't have the heart to tell him I had a letter from his future "wife to be".Since _____ had been in treatment and rehabilitation now for 6 months,he and his fiance spoke together using the special speaker phone at _____'s bedside.Her calls seemed few and far. “The hell it isn’t.”“What’s going on?” I asked.“You must be Ellie. I’m Sergio.” His voice was rough yet smooth, like honey washing over river rocks. He put his hand out for a handshake, and I almost shook it.“Don’t talk to her,” Pete hissed, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I’ll get you the money. I swear to fucking god that I’ll get it to you. I just—I need some time.”“You been sayin’ that for months,” Sergio said calmly. He folded his hands on the table and looked into my eyes, giving me a.