"I don't want your money. I want your body. Now strip. Get naked for me!" No, I won't!" she said with conviction but unfortunately without strength."Y...u will and I will tell you what else you are going to do. You are going to make be believe you are enjoying every moment of it. If you do I will let you live. If you are not convincing however, I will take what I want anyway and you will not live to see the sun go down. Or I could simply go after your son. Am I clear?"Niomi was too horrified to. "You don't seem to mind that my work enables you to get new appliances every other week. It looks like you have R2-D2 in the fucking laundry room." Didn't I keep asking you to fix the old washing machine? Didn't you keep telling me that you weren't "The Fucking Maytag Repairman"? Maybe you don't mind living without clean underwear, but I refuse to live like your parents and siblings!" retorted Brooke."I just saw Hartz's Appliance delivery truck as I came up the street. Is that where you got. Aunt Pat was wearing very conservative knee length black skirt and white silk blouse. It's a good thing Mom couldn't see Aunt Pat from the waist down. When Aunt pat sat down in the chair she had pulled her shirt up to a point exposing the darker area at the top of her panty hose. Then she crossed her legs which hiked the skirt even higher. I knew two things were certain, she was wearing her sexy tights that had the crotch cut out of them and that when Mom left in a minute to go to the city and. She walked back out the door and went into the bedroom.There were more portable torture devices there; the mangler Frank bought her earlier this year, the armored breast-plate and chastity-belt set that she’d worn last Halloween, a little metal skirt and belt that she’d purchased once at a Fetish Fair. The belt had inverted spikes that bit into her waist, guaranteeing that the skirt wouldn’t slip down. There were also chains, nipple clips, and two nasty little rods that pierced through the.