His partner kept calling him, wanting to know what he could do to help, wondering when he would be coming back to work. Michael shook his head and wa...ked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator he was not surprised to find it empty. Slumping into one of the chairs at the table littered with old mail, condolence cards and ancient Chinese food the tears began to flow again. It was hard to remember when he had been happy, when everyday was not just a swirling maelstrom of unyielding suffering.. Who was he to me anyway? If I picked up the phone now, there would be no turning back. For tonight, I would be his. I would be fully obedient and I would be well taken care of. I felt a flutter in my chest, let go a nervous chuckle, and knew the answer was obvious: “Hello?” I said as I answered the call. “Hi, sorry, I was in the bathroom. Did you wait long?” “Not really, I was just admiring your house.” “You’re here already then?” “Yes, sir.” “You should have rang the doorbell.” “Um... I wasn’t. Not until he reached and and put the first one on her right nipple. The girl squealed with pain as she felt her nipple pinched tight in the jaws of the device. She squealed again and jerked hard when he put the other clamp on her left nipple. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. "Ride it bitch," he snarled in her ear. "Ride that cock like the whore you are and cum for me. Cum for daddy!"Jori jerked and tried to pull herself away but the being. "That's it deeper sweetheart, all the way, gag on it bitch."I bobbed my head up and down frantically until my lips were numb fromthe friction his hands holding my head firmly in place. Faster andfaster, now he was pulling my hair and grunting obscenities."Oh fuck bitch I'm gonna fucking shoot my load you cunt."He had taken full control of this act a long time ago now and it wasonly gonna end one way. He was virtually using my face to jerk himselfoff with, holding my hair, pulling me up and.