“You want to come for me, don’t you baby-girl?” I look down at him, my breath almost a whisper. “Fuck, I do. I want to come so hard. Please do...’t stop, fuck me harder.” I beg him, almost sounding like a demand. He pushes in another finger and strokes my sweetest spot. His thumb works me quicker, my clit becoming so hard, his mouth like magic for me. Between him and the chocolate, I feel as though I’m high on drugs. My need for coming takes me, reaching my pinnacle ending, I orgasm hard around. She peeled them off, and decided that a dip in the lake would be worth the effort. After all, this far north that wouldn't be an option much longer. With that decision made, Heather took off the rest of her clothes, and then realized that she really ought to access the mainframe at the Defenders, to see if there were any messages. Maybe there would be a message from McMullen and Harper to give up, but there wasn't much hope of that, yet.She pulled out her laptop, booted it up, and then. I have some important clients who will be there and they like to see their special gurls looking the part. You will need to be looking the total slut, they really enjoy that. There will be 4 other gurls there, as well as 5 or 6 of my clients. The clients will be quite demanding with what they expect of their entertainment at this sort of party, and I’m definitely not going to let them down.”“You’ll be playing with the other gurls to amuse the clients and the clients will be wanting to make use. “I’m a fat, worthless bitch.” “Good piggy…you get to live another day.” “I wish you’d just kill me and get it over with already!” she snapped back at him, losing the little bit of self-control she had left. Tears welled up in her eyes but she fought them back. “I know you do, piggy, but that’s why you’re still alive. I’m going to break you…in every way imaginable. The day you truly no longer care whether you live or die will be the day I no longer have a use for you.” The clown watched as.