He took my hand and put something in it, a small cube. " Roll the dice bitch and we'll see what you get to do next." " Please let me go, I won't tell ...nyone about this, please." Slap! across my face knocking me to the bed. " Roll the dice bitch!" I let the die fall from my hand. " Six!" he exclaimed " well, right to the top!" He grabbed me by the rope, again giving me a rope burn between my legs and choking me. He positioned me on the bed, then cut my ankles apart. Then he tied each leg to its. I told him so as well, but he just smiled and said "I think I'll keep you waiting for now, hearing you beg is so much fun!" "You swine" I said, giggling "Hey," he protested "That's not very nice; I think you need something in your mouth to stop you talking like that. Come and show me how you like to suck cock". Well, I didn't need any further encouragement. I pulled open the fly of his trousers and leant over him, massaging his swollen dick and gradually easing it into. We all worked as shelf stackers at one of the big supermarkets inBrisbane, Australia. In the evenings before we went to work, wepractised our music in a genuine garage on the small farm where Terry,our lead guitarist, lived. We did covers of hard rock songs and a bitof Goth music and had already played at a few parties and birthdaysaround the area.Our biggest problem originally was that we did not have a name for theband and had endless arguments about this. We had invented stupidnames for. Luckily Colonel Williams was still there."You startle everyone when you do that!" he told us in exasperation, when he had recovered somewhat."Sorry sir. We're all used to it, having grown up with everyone in the family able to do it," Seamus told him."What can I do for you? We are a little busy preparing for the storm that is coming in," the Colonel told us."That's what we want to talk to you about, sir. The storm that is," I told him."Can you stop it?" he asked, eagerly."No sir. Even we can't.