But it bothers me that I can't remember my name. Maybe I was oncedifferent. Maybe I was once something other than a shit eating slave, afuck hole, a m...tilation doll. Maybe I was once someone, instead of beingno one. But it is no use. I can neither remember my name nor my past andI am resigned to being the man's plaything. Not that the knowledge would help me much. I can never escape. Never. Myfeet are permanently imprisoned in stiletto boots and although I havelearned to walk and especially. I never knew…’ She broke in, ‘Because you were not suppose to ever know. She pulled me in, but I stayed there. I am just as guilty as she was. I told you that I’m going to be honest, way late to do any good, but honest with you and honest with me. I could have left clues around, I could have sent untraceable letters in the mail, I could have not covered up things she left out. I did not do that. I’m guilty. I can understand if you never talk with me again, I deserve it. I let you down. You who. My hips started moving as tingles turned into electric shocks shooting from my pussy. His finger worked its way into my vagina which only made it worse. Well, you know - better.And then it happened. He found my clit."AHHH!" I cried. I remembered that feeling. It was just as I remembered, yet it was stronger than I could have thought. Once again my hips thrust up to meet his hand, pushing against it for maximum pleasure. He was sucking on my breast and tweaking my nipple. It was adding to my. They didn't sag but lay gently with the bottom part of the rounded flesh touching her chest. The pebbled light brown areole seemed to be set slightly on the upper slope instead of the very tip.Janey's voice cut through his musings. "I see you enjoy what we showed you, now it's your turn."Matt still pretended he was reluctant. "Okay I guess it's only fair." He stood up and slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. "Can I just take it out or do I have to take my pants off?" Oh no you have.