She felt wobbly on her feet, her head spun.Opening her eyes, lucy found herself in a dirty, dingy room with a dozen young hooligans. This must be the ...ang clubhouse! How did she get here?She was on her knees, her wrists tied to a chain hanging from the ceiling! Her jacket was lying on the floor. Oh gawd, what was going to happen to her!? She looked up. “what do you want? Please let me go. I’ll raise the money somehow. Please.” She struggled to her feet.A vicious slap stung her face. John. I remembered the old clich? about the eyes being the "mirror of the soul", and for the first time I understood what it meant. Monica now appeared to the world as Lyle Lincoln, but I knew that a different person was staring out from behind those eyes.Monica admired herself in the mirror for a while, running her hands over her flat, muscular chest, until she suddenly seemed to remember I was there, and turned to face me. The look that she gave me was almost predatory, and her face - my face! -. Like I'm some latex blow-up dolly, something hot warm and wet for him to masturbate into. It's got so I can't even go to sleep without him slamming it into me somewhere. And he isn't picky. Doesn't seem to care what hole he finds. It's just in, out and shake it all about." And don't even start me on marigolds. What the fuck is so sexy about a woman on her knees, bleaching shit, her hands stuffed into fluorescent yellow latex? It's not like he's got any rubber kink or anything. No, talcum. "Mmmmm, that's what Em likes to do," purred my niece.I nibbled, scraping, rather than biting her clit with my teeth."Ahhh!" she groaned." Em never did that to me!"I didn't want to overstimulate her. Not yet. I gave her clit a break and plunged my tongue as deeply into her as I could."Now you're Ashley," she said, breathing deeper. "But it's different. I can feel your beard. It's really soft."I kept tongue fucking her and put my nose to work on her bud. All I did was move my head back and forth,.