Gag on it."He threw me down, and squirted some of his come on my pretty wig as Ilaid there, gagging.Master Jason kicked me once, it didn't hurt and I ...as distracted bytrying to find my breath and out of side glance, I saw him pull on hispants, put on his shirt, his face a mottle of irrational emotion. Hisface wore the paints of ecstasy leaving, rage boiling, hatred brimmingand lust still blooming. It was, to me, the strangest face I've everseen. And at that moment, even as I was trying to find. Can you speak it? I ask, thanking God for another intelligent question. She shrugs. Sort of. I can understand it pretty well, but only if the person I am talking to talks slowly, She laughs. But its such a romantic language. She picks up the pebble again and starts bouncing it. Can you understand me? I ask in Italian, speaking slowly and rolling each word around in my mouth before saying it. She laughes again, such a sweet, innocent laugh. Si, Senor. I can understand you, she says in. We have spoken many times before. I know what I am going to do to you. I knowwhat you are going to do. Do you have anything to add? Anything you haven'ttold me yet? Anything to say in your own defense?? A slight smirk rose on herface after her last question. ?No Mistress.? I said strongly, condemning myself to my own doom. A doom Iwas accepting with the glee of a pig rolling in his own excrement. She roseto her feet slowly, elegantly, gracefully. I stood with Her as a school boydoes for his. “Yes he did, trust me the best thing that could have happened was you two breaking up, granted it sucks to be cheated on, but it’ll be so worth in the long run,” Carrie replied. “And I caught him masturbating to chick on chick porn a lot. I mean like a dozen times in less than a week,” I said. Carrie couldn’t help but laugh a bit, not that I could blame her. “No shit? I never could figure out what turned a guy on so damn much by seeing two women together,” Carrie replied. “I couldn’t tell you.