I learned my lesson really quick when I wasasked to turn around and put my hands on the wall as Mother and Janicestarted tightening the corset. I coul... hardly breath. When Janice put herknee into my back to pull the corset strings tighter, I nearly died ofasphyxiation. I just couldn't breathe in but my waist measurement wasabout 5 inches less than when they started. I begged for mercy as theytightened the corset to its minimum width. Mother let me sit down for amoment as Janice made some. When he was near her, he said softly "Hi honey, home early, couldn't be without you any longer!" She woke up stretched her arms and realized again what she had been up to about 30 minutes before and was startled and stuttering.He knelled near the lounger, hugged her and buried his nose on her shoulder near her neck and ear. "Lovely smell" he thought, better champagne than this cannot exist. He kissed her ear and moved up to her mouth and tasted her. She pushed him back apologetic, "Oh Rob, I. ” Alan laughed. “That’s a given isn’t it, I mean if he wasn’t, then what would be the point. That’s why we recruited him.”“So what are you asking?”“I... hell, I don’t know... was it worth it? He hurt me, I don’t know if he hurt you, he’s marked you all over the place, and we’re having a bad time now because he lied to us and he’s gotten between us. Was it worth it? Is it something I’ve got to get used to? Is it something you’ll keep wanting? Something you have to have?”Alan looked up, Pauline. Her fingers itch to run through Marcel's glossy, neat hair. She extends a hand, touching his thigh, ignoring the shot of carnal excitement that darts about her body from her hand on his leg. “I think, I should go”Crysta knows the tone of her voice belies her need. Marcel leans in. At first she thinks it is to kiss her.“Don't you want me?”His voice is a whisper, brushing past her ear. She is but is unable to read the expression on his face. When he speaks again his voice is normal.“You're right..