The words "No jumping. No violent exercise," echoed in my head. I had disobeyed. My body knew the penalty for disobedience. I nearly wet myself. The m...mory of the cold steel blades of the shears biting into my skin jumped into my mind and burned with a cold fire. My nipples wrinkled up so quick I thought my breasts were trying to crawl out of my bra. I snapped back to attention instantly, and focused on Mrs. Reynolds with every fiber of my being. If she had snapped her fingers, my heart would. She clamps it shut around the end of his penis, and she holds it up high like the statue of liberty – a trickle of blood runs down the holder, down her hand, and down her arm – for everyone to see, and she receives their applause and adulations. Two women help Bill – as he falls back – make his way to a stretcher and lie him down. Christina takes a syringe filled with a blood coagulating drug from her nurse’s kit and starts injecting his wound. The pain of the injections is far worst then his. Do it" she whispered leaning her head back and closed her eyes. "You are a naughty girl, sucking your own brother's cock". Tom winks and pulls off her top revealing her breasts and squeezes them tightly and leans forward to licks her nipples. She gasped arching her back as he did this "Mmm but it felt so good" she moaned as her nipples began to stand erect. Tom takes her nipples into his mouth and teases them with his tongue making them rock hard. He then bites her nipples and pulls on them to. She had written dozens of these stories, and after reading them, I couldn’t look at Mary without projecting qualities of her heroines on to her. And, perhaps inevitably, I found myself fantasizing about her. Mary was pretty, but not sexy. Whereas the women in her stories were dominating and beautiful, they were also physically Mary’s opposite. They were tall with straight hair and full figures. Mary was short with curly hair, skinny and flat-chested. She had a small nose and a ton of freckles..