“Don't stop,” Amelia whispered, in a hoarse tone.Marta ground her face into Amelia, roughly lapping up her pleasure. She held Amelia as still as s...e could. Amelia's eyes began to roll back in her head as her insides tingled. Her pussy felt as if it was reaching out for Marta. It wanted her.Two fingers entered her, sliding in and out. As Amelia's juices flowed, a third finger was introduced. Amelia moaned loudly as she felt the pressure inside her. She was being stretched beyond her limits and. " I did not. Again, he bound me, legs spread, to the bed posts. "One...two..." he counted, as he whipped me. He mostly avoided myalready bruised backside, thrashing my back, my bely, my thighs. With each stroke, pain flashed through my body, and my mind wentblank, aware only of the way my body responded to torture. Thepain was almost unbearable, but I bore it, until the eleventhstroke, this time. Then I said, "Master, please do not beat me." "She speaks," he said and put away the. That was the difference, she knew, poor woman, and it was not entirely her fault, Morgan lied to her, deceived her. Men do it all the time, tell women lies that is. It’s contemptible,’ she concluded. ‘Yes,’ replied Harry evenly, ‘And now I suppose you are going to tell me what the stake is I lost.’ ‘Hmmm, not yet, I have one or two ideas, in fact it might be a few weeks, but,’ she stressed, ‘I shan’t forget.’ ‘No I’m sure you won’t,’ laughed Harry, ‘And I shall not forget, not to bet with you. . addicts do to get a fix would blow your mind.”“See,” I said. “But now, you’re clean. More or less.”“I don’t get that. Every other detox was weeks of weaning me off, a little at a time. You guys have something that’s one or two shots and boom, you’re clean? How is this stuff not in every hospital in America?”“Because it’s still new and in testing, and we haven’t figured out how to make it in any significant quantity, yet.”“What happens if I get hooked again?” she asked, seeming genuinely.