.................So, the oncologist tells me, there's not much a mastectomy can do for me now, since the fucking cancer is in my lymph glands, my live..., all over the place....he still wants to do radiation, chemo, the whole fuckin' deal...................... Silkie, I don't need tears at this point, godammit, cry for me when I'm fuckin' dead..............I'm still alive, I still want to make love with you...................... I hope to be a bi slut until they throw what's left of me in the. I stood still arms behind back suddenly from nowhere a pair of arms grabbed my coat along with my clothes from my body tearing them in to pieces as they were thrown to a chair not far from me. I shook in fear as the Master I gathered walked around me i grabbed my breasts painfully then from behind another pair of hands appeared looking feminine but slightly masculine i wanted to turn but the crop was still under my chin. Then the torture began some sort of pyramid coil was applied to my nipples. The end result was that the bills continued to pile up. To make the money I needed to fuel the "family machine" I worked long hours and as a result saw less and less of the family that I was taking care of. With the third child a larger house was needed which meant a larger mortgage and the need to make more money. With the new house came all the expenses of a new house like drapes, blinds, furniture for additional rooms, landscaping and a whole host of other things. This of course meant more. Stopping for air, she took off Jake’s shirt and kissed and bit his neck softly. His moans, filling her ear made her want him so bad it ached.He pulled off her shirt and stood her up, kissing his way down to the zipper of her low-cut jeans. He pulled her jeans down slowly to her ankles and Casey stepped out of her jeans and felt Jake’s hot breath on her crotch. He could see that she was wet and ready for his wanting cock.Casey caught her breath and tugged at Jake’s sweat pants. Sliding down,.