His heated body could take no more and his need overrode his normal inhibitions. His hand moved down and grasped his straining erection. With thoughts...of Christine whirling inside his overheated brain, his hand began to move. Throwing the bedclothes from his body, he slid half out of his bed to rest his feet on the floor. His hips arched up to meet the downward stroke of his hand and his head pressed back deep into his mattress. His breathing ragged, he moaned Christine's name, as his hand. ?George looked up at Lucy, his eyes pleading. ?Yes ma’am, I want to see you naked.?Lucy smiled. ?Then the clothespins stay, slave.? She took a puff of her cigarette. ?How do you feel knowing your little girl has given dozens of blowjobs to boys??George grimaced. ?Not very well ma’am, but she is eighteen. She has her own life.?Lucy took a puff of her cigarette, bent over, and blew the smoke in George’s face. ?And you have your life, don’t you??George waited for the smoke to clear. ?Yes. He swirled his tongue around the edges of my hole, and then slowly corkscrewed into me. His fingers spread my lips, letting me sink back into the recliner again, back into the feeling of safety and being loved.I drained my glass, and told him, "be a love and get me another glass of wine?" Actually, my voice was more like a croak. But, he jumped up immediately, and came back with the wine bottle. He filled my glass and set the bottle on the stand next to me. Then, he sank to his knees before me. The guard laughed and smashed the butt of his gun into her face.MA and Flag Girl were taken to the concrete-block building that served as security headquarters. There they were beaten and repeatedly raped before being hauled back to the mansion and dropped at Bohner's feet."You girls look as though things have been going badly," he said. "Well, get used to it. Things are definitely going to go downhill from here. Mr. Moulton is dead. I'm sure you already knew that. In fact, I plan to tell.