I guess I had to count Sunny in that category too. I spoke regularly with my mother about wedding plans. Then I would call Sunny to settle me down bec...use it was more my parents’ wedding than mine. The funny thing was, had I not met Jeff and been changed by him I would have been a harridan. No detail of the wedding would have been too insignificant for me not to have my way. Occasionally I would ask Jeff’s opinion. He would always tell me to do whatever made me happy, he was getting to marry me. That didn’t surprise me. Neither did the room off the stairway that held fake IDs and passports for all of those whose bones were in the locker room. That only had a locked door. Not even the vast selection of nasty things they used to disfigure and hurt people was a shock.No. It was the big holding area, currently packed with two people in every cell. Those were designed only to hold one person. I found security cameras down there, so I had the man-in-the-machine’s AI try to figure out who. She's got something in her hands. What is it? A dildo and a harness. And tit clamps. I don't need to guess what she'll do with them. She pushes me down on my back. The last one strapped my wrists to the tops of my arms. She slaps at my tits. To perk them up she says. I cry through the gag. They still hurt from the last one and now she's doing this. She fits the clamps to me, they cut in with a sharp pain. I gasp. She smiles. I know it will be worse when they come off. She's taking off her. As I reached her vagina, I kissed it and took my tongue, and started licking it. She moaned, opened her eyes, and held the top of the sofa. As I intensified licking, she was unable to control.I stopped it and she begged me to do more. To which I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, we will have plenty to enjoy.”Surekha was looking at me and I pulled her t-shirt off. As I was about to touch her bra, she removed it herself and threw it. Now, she was completely naked.I pulled her down and made her lie.