The other end was plugged into the wall."Now, whore, you're going to tell me where that disc is!" No, I don't know I tell you!" she cried as he brough... the bare ends of wire closer to her."Last chance Rhonda. Tell me or you won't like what a hundred and twenty volts of electricity can do to you." No, please!" she cried as he placed the wires on each side of her left breast.The pain was mind boggling as the electricity surged through her breast. Rhonda screamed hysterically, struggling, to no. Then they talked and talkedand talked. Marsha had a bit harder life than Ellen. Her adoptiveparents were less tolerant than Ellen's, and actively tried to force herto be more masculine. She ended up running away from home after shegraduated from high school and, since then, had been living in a rentedroom on the South Side and supporting herself as a rather low-paidwaitress. Nonetheless, she had managed to start her transition as well,and was looking forward to being able to have SRS,. I nodded at them and walked into the mall.As i approached a bench on the way to the food court, there was a sudden double squeeze on the sheath, i turned abruptly and sat down, crossing my legs in a failed attempt to hide my hard-on.Piss-Master and cock master came up to me, holding out the cell phone. I could see myself in the video display, and knew they were sending the picture to Master a world away. Cock master handed me the phone and walked across the aisle to lean against the wall, still. Jean-Luc."J.L.?" Hey," he said softly drawing out the one word."Hi," I said softly back."Evan said he didn't have your number," he said. "He said he wrote his number down for you, but you never called him."I thought about it; that was true."I didn't want to wait to call you," Jean-Luc said. "Is it okay to call you on your work line?" I should probably give you my cell," I said. I rattled off my number."Call you right back, sweetie."My cell rang, my general ringtone, Fireworks, by Katy Perry..