And Nikki doesn't sound like that, does she."Nick turned his head so he could see his tormentor and stare at him in stunned amazement. He'd not told h...s wife about the specifics of dressing up like Nikki, about the feminine demeanor he put on, including speaking in a softer, higher pitched voice. "No," he said, in a soft, sultry voice."Good," Wyatt said. His hands slowly pulled me up and around so I was setting at the edge of the bed with him leering over me. Reaching down, he slowly unzipped. Once again I began dancing, trying to remember how strippers I had seen danced. I would bend at the waist, squat, shake my ass, and my pretend boobs. I straddled the tall lamp we had next to the dresser. I danced like a woman for about fifteen minutes when she said I could stop. I sat at the foot of the bed and she crawled slowly towards me. My dick immediately jumped to attention, here comes my reward I thought. But she stopped when she got to me and whispered, "You're fucked slut." She got up. He leaned in and pinched my ass just a little bit harder. He kissed me more, all over my face and rubbed my back up and down. I could feel his hard erection pressed up against mine. He traced the elastic waistband of my boxers and then slid a finger in to make sure I was wearing something sexier underneath. With that, he walked to his car, and I followed him through the back streets to his little suburban home. He waited for me in his driveway, opened the door of my car for me and helped me. Widerand wider, she grunted with pain until ropes held them wide, she heard Jack,?Mind the shoes, I like red shoes,? Frank laughed, ?Yeah and I like the soundof these,? the sound of scissors opening and closing close to her neck stoppedher movement. She felt thecold steel of the scissors on her left shoulder, a silly voice giggled, ?One,?her bra strap was cut, the steel moved to the other shoulder, ?Two,? that strapwas cut, then she felt the cold edge go between her breasts and slice.