Feels as if my head is going to... Johnny, please don't kill her. Promise me, you won't, please." Lucie said trying to raise her voice flinching from ...he head pain.Hartwell could only stare at Lucie, "kill? I don't intend to kill anyone. Who are you talking about?" Promise me you won't kill Bee, please don't space her!" Lucie was saying as fresh tears started from her eyes."Bee? What are you talking about? I have never thought of that nor will I. I'm not sure what put this in your head but rest. I keep removing strips of wax coating your chest and stomach. I try to find where it might be the most sensitive to peel from. I feel you thrust up, and I bite a little, my way of warning you not to do it. I let my fingers run down your sides, where the wax has barely reached. I dig in deep, leaving my nail marks behind in their wake. I slam down fully on the head of your cock, hitting it hard into the back of my throat. I come back up, sucking tightly using as much teeth as I can. Moving back. At the top of the stairs light spilled under the closed attic door. Alison called again before trying the doorknob and stepping into the room. She was momentarily blinded by the fierce electric bulb. But the sight that greeted her was enough to stop her in her tracks. Before her Bobby was naked, apart from a pair of stockings and a waist cincher. She was bent over some form of bar, or wood working horse, her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the device. Bright red welts ran in deep,. She was groggy, not really "with it", and just let whoever was touching her do their thing. She tried opening her eyes, but everything was just blurry. She began to make sense of the sounds she was hearing. They were voices..."Yeah, but Lisa ain't gonna say shit. She didn't see nothing.." And if she did, who the fuck cares? We got her, that's all that matters..."Bunny tried to focus at the men who were manhandling her. She knew the voices, but couldn't quite place them..."Hurry up man, jesus,.