It was the worst form of punishment possible. He wasn't spanking her orflogging her or jolting her with electricity. Those she could endure. Those ...he had endured.Those she would now relish. No, Master was torturing her in a much worse way. He wasignoring her.Master had not touched her in over three weeks. Not only had he not used her sexually, he hadnot physically touched her in any way. Neither had he spoken to her. He listened, or moreaccurately, he ignored her in total silence as. I had no idea what Rosalyn had told her, or how she'dconvinced Mom to give me so much freedom, but I didn't really care. Ireally didn't care about much anymore, except having sex, making moneyand staying high. Nothing else mattered.Mandy and I rode the bus down to Portland early Saturday morning andhailed a cab. She gave the driver an address and after we split thefare we got out and walked up to a run-down looking house with car partsand other crap in the yard, a couple of hot-rod-looking. But don’t use deceit.”Mac looked at her. “Threaten to spank you? That would have worked?”“We will never know now, will we?”Lunch at Agaton was delicious and helped lighten the mood a little. The stop for the Hop On - Hop Off bus was right near the restaurant. Since the weather was so lovely, they opted to sit up top. Mac ushered them to the back row of seats far away from everyone else.“Spread your legs,” Mac demanded.“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to play your game, Mac. I’m still annoyed. I'm 5'7" and have brown hair, brown eyes, 38C breasts, and long legs. I have sex on the brain all the time. I’m always masturbating and getting myself off. I love to think about my stepfather fucking me, while I masturbate. I will lie back on my bed and pull my panties down, spread my legs, and play with my bald pussy. I rub my fingers all over my clitoris and squeeze my pussy lips together. I love to work my fingers between my pussy and then when I’m good and wet, I slide my fingers up to my.