"Sure," I said. "I came by your office last week."She stared at me hard, right in the eyes. She put her coffee down and put her hands to her mouth. "O.... My God," she said."It's going to be a bit difficult talking if you put a full stop after every word." It's Mr Burglar, isn't it?" she hissed quietly.It was my turn to look puzzled. "I'm sorry?" I dissembled."OK," she said, composing herself. "Silly of me. Nice to see you again. I really enjoyed our last date, though I was upset when you ran out. I had to focus to keep myself from snapping my thighs shut on him.Think of the money.Think of the luxury.Think of the praise.That praise that I'd missed this morning when I failed Mr. Smith's test. The words that sent lightning up my spine for no understandable reason. Yes, that was worth it, maybe if I did well here it would make up for my failure before...Phil's callused fingers hadn't stopped as I wandered into my thoughts. They kept rubbing up and down and finally pushed the thin fabric to. .."Vikki raced out of the house and headed round the corner feeling a little excited about what might be in store for her when she got to the Bingham house. She was excited because of what had happened last time.Tara and Teresa had told her their father, who worked evenings in a licensed club and was therefore always home when she visited in the mornings, that she was ticklish. And when she had gone to tickle him he had threatened, nicely and with a little laugh, that if she did he would strip. .."Miem take my case to the door." she looked puzzle I was not to leave until tomorrow. The slut did as told. When she return I took her by the collar and lead her into the spare room. A spreader bar hung from the ceiling. "Now you fuck mutt, attach your right arm." slut miem did as she was told. Standing on her tiptoes to do it. I attach her other arm. I knew she felt the pain at once. I had stretched my slut before never like this!Her big toes held her weight. I kiss my slut, then spit in her.