I whimpered into the gag, my pleadings to be let go coming from my gagged mouth incoherent, not understandable. Not that it would have mattered, that ...as obvious.'I think I will call her Sophie,' said the girl, 'I think she will look like a Sophie don't you Mummy.''Yes Abigail, that is a lovely name for your dolly,' her mother replied.I screamed into the gag saying that I didn't want to be the horrible girls doll. The thought of being held by her, controlled by her was revolting. They had no. It was as if she was moving in slow motion. As my heart started beating fast and my thoughts started to come around. Something said "ask for a photo". So i managed to get myself together to ask politely for a picture with her. She agreed hesitantly, but stopped to ablidge. As i looked for my camera phone, i realized i left it in the cab. She laughed and made a joke to console me. She then proceeded to leave. So i said something that would set in motion something that i would never have thought. What she intended. And it wasn’t about lunch. Slowly, gingerly, I reached out for the twenty dollar bill she was holding. I took it in my hand, only then realizing that my fingers were shaking. Her fingers latched on mine and drew me close. ?You can go pick the food up in a moment,? she said softly. Her hand reached into my duster pocket and she pulled the triple vibroballs out. ?But first, let’s get you ready. We can’t have you violating Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Rule #1!?*** . There’s got to be more to it than that.”Oscar leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. In a very serious voice, he said, “You think that is such a little thing.”“Yes, I do.”“Let me ask you to imagine what the world would be like if more people followed those two rules. Poverty, war, and hunger would disappear. We’d have utopia if everyone only did things that hurt no one. The weak would only exist because of natural disasters and the whole world would help them recover. It is not such.