The director was ecstatic, thanking god in his head for a co-operative actress in an industry of prudes.Take 2Deepika and Abhishek enter the apartment...and hurriedly began kissing as he worked her towards the sofa. This time too he ripped apart the buttons on her shirt and took it off. As he turned Deepika around over the sofa, he unhooked her bra and slipped it off – as she felt the cool air of the room against her bare breasts she felt her nipples simultaneously stiffen – as she drew in a gasp. You cannot be coerced into anything." She pauses. "And it is very bad to coerce anyone or anything else."Cassie gasps. "What?! I never did anything like that! I never had that sort of--!" I didn't mean to," little Cassie says in a tiny voice, her eyes downcast.Cassie pales. Dorothy utters a long sigh, and relief comes off her in waves. Cassie is too frantic to understand the implication, that this may be the first time Dorothy managed to get her daughter to admit fault in some wrongdoing."I. "Is your slut any good?" he asked, taking a moment to flick his finger against the cage surrounding my cock, causing me to flinch. "Very cute, by the way," he laughed. "I think the look suits her." Except for my head, I was completely, permanently hairless. She said it would make the tattoos she had planned easier; so far, there was just one - the word "sissy whore" in lower case letters on my left ass cheek. Heavy mascara and bright red lipstick only made me look more hideous, I felt, but. Darkness-When I opened my eyes again, my head literally buzzed, and flashing lights appeared."Sir!" A man yelled sharply. "Sir!" The man yelled again. "Just hold on sir. Don't try to move sir. The paramedics are on their way."Loud wailing. Sirens."Don't try to move sir." Another voice. A softer, more soothing voice. "Just hang in there. We'll have you out in just a minute."Fingers on my wrist. Soft delicate fingers, yet, strong fingers."Sir. Can you hear me sir?" The soft voice asked.I tried to.