'Take me... take my belly... stab me and kill me !' I say, like so many times before. 'Pleaaaaase.... give it to me... I need it, I must have it....' ...e have talked this way so many times, you know all the unbelievable, submissive things I like to say... 'I must be killed ! I must ! Kill me and slay your animal ! Kill your cow ! You know you must... you have promised ! Stab me... STAB ME !!!!! OH GOD...... I NEED IT SO MUCH ! I NEED TO BE KILLED, YOU KNOW I DO, YOU UNDERSTAND...... CUT ME OPEN. "This is just great, amazing," Jeff said breathlessly. "Tracey you are so.." "Fucking hot, I'm melting in my seat!" Dave interjected. The girls then broke their pose, softly kissed each other and sat down on their partners laps. "How'd you ever get..?" Dave asked bewildered. "Story time is later, it's almost Show Time!" Liza answered. With a few minutes left before Ten O'clock, Liza and Tracey returned to the bar to order some liquid fortification. Tracey was still carrying the Tee over her. " I want to think about you naked and tied to my table while I'm gone; completely vulnerable to who ever walks through the door." Tommy you can't drive; you're too drunk." I know," he belched, "I'm going to walk." Tommy, untie me please; you'll be gone forever." Don't worry, Caesar will keep you company while I'm gone."No sooner had the door closed when Caesar got up, stretched his huge body, open his jaws and let out a low, guttural sound from deep inside his chest. He walked over and started. Other than being a fuck toy or babysitter, she had nothing to do. Joyce created macramé with her hands; macramé, soon to become trade goods used to help pay for the war. Tiffany, Leslie, and Bill worked at the school, helping the next generation to be prepared to carry on the fight. Ray-ray became a fixture of the colony, someone the populace trusted to smooth out disagreements and resolve conflicts. The hearth goddess, Salome drove the home through love and the need to provide the environment.