. We didn't talk about what we were planning to do at first. We talked about school, our common friends. I realized that I liked Peggy very much. Ther... was just something about her that made me feel... good. Then she broached the subject."Once a month or so, my gramma invites me to visit her and stay overnight. We always have fun - going shopping or out for dinner. She has tons of money and always buys me something nice. She lives on Overland Street on the other side of the park. If you cut. . do you remember our talks about stories writing themselves, characters that we hated and yet couldn't change because they just were like that? Am I a murderer for writing a detective novel? Did writing about the Crusades made me a Templar Knight? No, no. Then writers of sex stories don't have to be perverts. I wrote a rape scene that disgusted me so much ... but then, who knows how many readers may have read it and found it arousing? They are the perverts, not me. They, jerking off while. I cranked on the hot water and fought my way out of my boots. I hadworn them so long, my legs arched and sexy. I ripped off the stockings,wormed my way out of the corset that hadn't been cut through, breathingdeeply, finally breathing deeply. I knew it was a trade off. MasterJason wasn't nice and had ideas, but this, this freedom, I took. It waslike the center of the hurricane, knowing, knowing that what comesafter?I ripped off my wig. The water was hot. I slid into it, knowing,counting the. NO!"She tried to fight against her bounds but to no avail as he clamped the cables down on the tender flesh of breasts. Eash one was attached on her nipples and proceeded to slip down a bit before they gained enough of a grip to stray attached. Anna let out screams as each bit down on her and nearly hyperventilated herself. He then the ends and lightly tapped them on the battery producing a small spark as a current of electricity shocked Anna's tits. She convulsed wildly as he did so again and.