Now, on my knees looking down at her as she continued to lie on her stomach, I wanted more of her blood before dawn.Turning her over caused her to mum...le, 'Oh, God. Please, I'm done...' Ignoring her plea, I propped myself up on an elbow beside her. I put my hand between her legs and pressed. My fingers manipulating her very sensitive clit caused her to cry out in denial as her hand attempted to force my fingers from her. Leaning over her, I took her neck with a swift bite. Immediately her cries. As I've said before, you can't make a boy hot, especially by using his special desires, and then just fly away and saying, 'It was only a joke'. That doesn't work! We will now turn your fantasy into reality, or else...!" What else?", she shot back."Do your other friends know about your dirty fantasy? Should I go and have a little talk with them?"Kathas face became pale."No, please...! Don't...! OK, I will have you let your will... but I don't know how, really, I've never done this before. I. "Not if you cooperate," Gunga Din grabs my should and pulls me back. "the collar," he tips his head to Wezzel."I know," I bat his hand off me and move back."Youse can't help, termination is all that is left for Wezzel," he crouches down and hugs his legs."I may be able to help," I say."No no, Wezzel gonna die. Wezzel no wantta die," he is so pitiful as he rocks back and forth thinking these are his last minute on earth."I can get the collar off,"I offer"No touch, kill Wezzel, then kilt youse.". She stepped out of the panties, leaving them on the stage, and returned to the chair again. He again clapped his hands, and two more slave girls, both dark black, with their nude bodies oiled and glistening in the lights, came on stage carrying another sturdy chair, which they placed right next to the first chair. The punished girl knelt up on the two chairs and spread her legs wide apart, grasped the backs of both chairs, and thrust her naked, lined bottom out to Ahmed. The two assisting slave.