As she ate her meal and sipped her wine, she would also fiddle with the remote. Sometimes, she would increase the vibrator's speed until just before I...could come, and then slow it down and watch me squirm, futilely trying to push my clit forward to pursue the tingling stimulation. I could tell she liked the squeaks, cries, and moans I made while she toyed with me. It was dinner and a show for her.I don't know how long I spent in that torture. When she had finished her dinner, she put the lid. "But that's impossible! I was right here the whole time!" Still looking around, he noticed a bloodstained sheet blowing across the lot behind the vehicle."She must have gotten out!" he exclaimed. "Come on! Look around for her! If she's walking around loose, she's probably delusional! We gotta find her before she freezes or bleeds to death!"The men scattered, searching the grounds and the nearby parking lot. They didn't find her. No one had noticed the few tiny drops of blood that had rained. "I'll have to take a rain-check on that, for another day." You better get going," David said. "The last thing you want to do is be late for this audition. If you land this part in the movie, that would be great." The audition is not for another four hours," Cindy told him. "I just decided to get ready for it a bit early." Early?" the man said, confused. "Early? You have to go now, Cindy. I don't want you here when the guys show up, to watch the football game." Why?" his wife giggled. "Because. My sisters wanting to quit versus mom's obsessive desire tohave her keep participating. Myself, I was proud to see Gina standing upto mom, because I knew that she had grown to hate those beauty contests,and quite openly sided with her. Then, when I wasn't paying attention,they joined forces. Since mom had, of course, seen me when I went toschool as a girl, she knew that I might be able to fill in for mysister, if I wanted to, which is why they were both pushing me to takeGina's place. I always.