-?Qu? ha pasado?-Nick, ven de una puta vez aqu?. Lo ver?s t? mismo.Colgu? y me dirig? al ba?o. Estaba hecho un desastre. Todo sudoroso y con lablusa b...anca arrugada. Mi cara era un poema con el maquillaje corrido. Metemblaban las manos y no dejaba de taconear en el suelo de lo nervioso queestaba. Me lav? un poco la cara y no me volv? a maquillar. Me arregl? lablusa y sal? del ba?o. En ese momento, escuch? un forcejeo en la puerta. EraNick.-?Qu? co?o ha... ostia, que hace en el puto suelo?- dijo. Madame Celeste is proud of the fact that she never stops a torture early … not for mercy and certainly not for money. An audience with Madame Celeste, therefore, is an authentic, one-way ticket into real torture, and real suffering. There are, of course, no code-words (safewords). Nothing you can say to Madame Celeste will lessen your punishment, although saying the wrong thing can, of course, make the suffering much worse.After more torture, I was allowed my one meal of the day. Madame. “Geez, YOURS I guess.” I said giving in, but adding, “Remember, you have no food.”“We each have our favorite things to eat.” She giggled.It was there and then I decided that we needed to begin to delve into things besides good times and sex if we planned to take this to another level when we left our “vacations”.Melody was on what I like to call a “sex drunk”. All convention of “love making” was set aside as she fed me her body until the wee hours, mounting my face in various positions. I lost. ” I noticed they were both holding their cards up as we walked toward the dance floor.“If I’m your boyfriend, I should at least know your names,” I said quietly.“I’m Rachel,” said the little Asian girl. “I’m a gymnast, but since we don’t have a gymnastics squad at SCU, I play with the cheerleaders. I can bend over backward and look out between my own legs. I’m so flexible you can put me in just about any position you want.” She giggled. I was beginning to get the message. This was going to be a.