Fine. Yes." Denise breathed, her grip on her arms loosening before herarms fell back to her sides. She felt like the butterflies had not onlyescaped h...r stomach and filled her entire body, but had multipliedtenfold. She was growing increasingly unsure that she even wanted torestrain her desires any more.Stephen walked over to his wife's seat and filled her wine glass backup. "Here, darling. Have a little wine to calm your nerves. You've saidenough for the time being, I'm sure Michael has some. Justice demands it!"He made eye contact with each juror one more time and then returned to his seat.Matthew McDill got up. He looked scared."On the twenty-third of May, this year, Lacey Fetterman let what she thought was an employee of the gas company into her apartment. Her life was then threatened with a knife, and she was brutally raped. The rapist said he would be coming back to rape her again."Matthew also made eye contact with each juror, and continued."It ruined her life, ladies and. " Bert said as he opened his lap top. "I have to check it for computerviruses and such." "Did you say game?" Sam said, stuffing his mouth with potato chips whilegetting up. He went over; shoved Bert aside, and sat down before thecomputer. As he touched the keyboard, an electrical shock made him jumpback. "What was that?" "Sorry, the laptop's been acting up lately." Bert smiled weirdly. "That'swhy I'm checking it." Let me," Sam pleaded. "I love games." "Whatever you say." Bert stepped back and. ?Sir, both of these nipples are yours, Master. They are forever yours, Sir,? I said, averting my eyes from him.?I want you to lift your tits high, slave, with both hands, so I can see how one nipple contrasts to the other after all of my torment.?I lifted both tits as he had directed and he gave his usual inspection. Then he raised the fork with which he was eating, and, not so gently, poked it into the top of my tits and into my nipples. The pokes didn’t make me bleed or even hurt that much. .