The getting ready, had it always been like that? Well no, but really it wasn't that unusual, was it? Liz asked if we had a lot of sex and I confessed ...o her about my indulgence each week and the unfortunate consequences. And again it took at least 5 minutes for her to stop laughing.Was I stupid? Was I blind? So how was it now? Did we have a lot of sex? Well, no. not even at the weekends, which I was relieved about in a way because of my paranoia about getting it up after my excesses. The. ?Greta laughed.It really did amuse her, how stupid people were. She had told them she wantedto hurt them, and they still imagined she might suddenly get all sentimentaland let them go!?You reallydon?t get it, do you, Sally? My two friends here like fucking unwillingpartners. Lou adores smashing a pretty girl with his fists. Simon loves to makemen scream in agony. And I want to disfigure that pretty body of yours.?I want to hear what your tits sound like whenI cut them off and they make a lovely. Susie groaned, and that was when Jody added a ball gag. As soon as they could be sure that she would not be able to squeal (and thus give the neighbors an idea of their plans for the night), they then massaged her buttocks and asshole with some strange lotion or cream. This made Miss Brock feel particularly sensual, so she didn't mind it at all.The next stage was a bit rougher, however, as Amelia inserted a butt-plug into Susie's backdoor. It wasn't a small one, either. To make matters worse,. "I'm going with you."We drove downtown, and stopped briefly in a swinger's bar, but the place was dead, so we went on down to 1st Ave, and into an adult theater. A crowd of men was clustered in a corner back by the loge seats, but we ignored them and moved to the center section of the theater and before sitting Susan tugged her blouse from her skirt. She turned away from me. "Unhook me," she said. I reached up under her blouse and unhooked her bra.We sat down. In that magical way women have,.