So when I dumped you into my van, I just took some gas, returned to your nice little house, poured it all over the place and lit a match. You hear me,...my little bondage slut? I burned your nice little house with everything in it!?Louisa wasn’t sobbing anymore; she wailed and wailed, like a wounded animal. Her gag and chin were wet with saliva, which bubbled and dripped on the concrete floor.?Well, not everything. Took some of your nice little toys with me as well. Thought we could use them here. “What about you Megan, are you getting tested?” someone asked.“Oh yes, there’s no point not getting tested.” She waved in Katherine’s direction, “I was on the net too and if you don’t have a high enough score to volunteer then you’re dependent on being picked up by a sponsor to get off the planet, and a sponsor can only pick you if you’ve been CAP tested. No CAP score, no go, it’s as simple as that. Besides,” she said with a grin, “I might have a high enough score to take you lot with me.”This. She was wearing open toed sandals. Her feet were nicely taken care of. She had a French pedicure. She tried on many pairs of shoes, all different styles. I helped her put her foot into each one. She walked around the store like a vogue model after trying on each pair. My eyes were fixated on her legs and feet. I was so excited while she tried on the shoes.“Have you found any that you like?”“They’re so amazing. I’d go nuts in a store like this.”“I like it here too.”She continued to try. The bottle was still by her, and a wicked thought began to take root in my mind...The beach was deserted, the setting sun and evening breeze were making movement again tolerable, and her ass was glowing in the fading light. Two golden globes... the sun reflecting off the oil still lying on her skin. I reached out to them, touching them, squeezing them, kneading them. That need, my desire to have her once again, was tingling within me. I took the bottle and poured some onto one cheek. It ran.