He worked just as slowly, one squeeze at a time, allowing the effects of the growing rubber monster to register in Cassandra’s brain. While she coul...n’t see the plug’s growth, she certainly felt it, and if she was sobbing before, she was shrieking now.With a wry grin, the man continued working the pump, his forearm rippling above his white-knuckled grip. He spent a good deal of time doing this, allowing the plug to transform into a monster fist, growing dangerously wide and long. The camera. The man turned around and for the first time she understood she was never going to see the outside world. There was her ex Tony. She knew he was obsessed with her. That he wanted to be with her forever. She knew she would never escape.Tony smiled as she quit screaming. He didn’t say a word he just grabbed the rope that held her ankles together and untied it. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the toilet and let her pee. When she was finished he wiped for her, her hands were still tied. He. No woman walked away from him dissatisfied. I recalled the night they masturbated together and how I was asked out of the room. Just as sure as I was at the time that I was being conditioned, I knew he had no intention of texting me.“You son of a bitch!” she cried, slapping at his head and the leather upholstery. Her ass had come up off the seat. When her eyes opened, she saw me standing outside the window.And then she saw me walking away.Part 5Minutes after I left, my phone rang.“Hey, honey,”. It was either way out, or he enjoyed driving the lane. When they covered him on their shifting zone, they would leave another of us open to shoot or drive.I had picked up my forth foul in the early fourth quarter and had to sit for five minutes, but it didn’t hurt my feelings as we had been running pretty hard. I was watching how they were now trying to take away the longer shots, leaving Kenny open. I told the coach and he sent me back in to spread the word. We hit Kenny under the basket five.