I let out a shriek followed a gasp as he quickly rotated his chilled hands on my uncontrollably throbbing clit. His hand skills were incredible. Sadly... our confrontation was ended due to a tedious phone call. It was my little brother calling. I didn’t answer the phone because I couldn’t readjust my voice quick enough. When the phone stopped ringing, I quickly readjusted my skirt and looked at Ryan, who kissed me then stepped back to slowly lick his fingers. He inched toward me to whisper, “I. He knew he'd never be physically attractive in women's eyes but if he became a big financial success, he'd probably have all the female companionship he wanted. The only thing that bothered him about that idea was that the attraction would likely be superficial, having no more depth of feeling than a prostitute has for a moneyed-up John. Still, it was probably better than a sexless life. After all, his face had nothing to do with his hormone levels and his libido was very much in tact, thank. Our carefully crafted story admitted to curiosity about those two men, mild curiosity on my part, and more intense for Nicole, but we didn't bring up or mention the suicide bomber in Saks."After Nicole pointed out the two suspicious characters on the sidewalk, our driver became very agitated," I said. "He ordered us all back into the limo. Sandy obeyed him, and Nicole started back to the limo, but I stopped her. I told her the driver worked for us, not the other way around."By then I was. Sandra came to rub salt in my wounds, with another round of her "training".By the end of the day I had gone from barely able to move to completely unable to move. Fresh wounds dripping blood on the straw of my cage, a bowl of dog food my only meal.Sunday was just as bad if not worse. Pain became my whole world.I got a breather when Monday came around as Sandra was obviously at school. I began to wonder how long I had though, at this rate I was sure I would be dead pretty soon. If Sandra and her.