This place looks and smells like a rubbish tip. I look and smell like a rubbish tip. I feel like a rubbish tip. My girlfriend has just run off with he... gym instructor. I’ve been out of work for three months now. My savings are nearly depleted. I won’t be able to live here much longer because of that. I think I have wrecked this suit I borrowed from my best buddy. There’s a terrible storm raging outside. The local substation I think has been hit by lightning. That scared the shits out of me. I. .. burnt sienna... no, too bright. Make it darker, muddier... yeah, better. Some paint started to run. I reached to stop the runs, but hesitated. No, it's all right. Let the paint run. Let it take on a life of its own. No, no sharp edges.A palette knife feathered the edges.What fuels rage? Fear. Rage starts with fear. Is Sara full of rage beneath her fear and depression? Or is her fear and depression the result of rage?Try another direction. Cobalt violet. Yes! Texture. I need texture. Sand?. Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping fordisobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest. Bothwill be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass up,her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Daveunhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done thisbefore because he went immediately to. The Bimbo Throne was dangerously close now. Biff indicated that we needed to strip once again, so Chrissie, Tonya and I slipped out of our outfits. Once again we were naked on national television. Several techs descended upon us then and wrapped some kind of clear tape on us on various parts of our body. The tape wasn’t visible and didn’t inhibit our movement in any way. They also spread some kind of warm lubricant in our pussies and rear openings. ‘The Blonde Concepts techs are taping.