This utterance reminds you that I could simply find another whore if you could not be bothered to please me. You tremble with a delicious sense of fea... that pulses through your body as I tell you that you shall have to be punished. You long to get into it, but I state that I want to be punish you when you least expect it. The humiliation of being used on a whim will linger on your mind at all times until it finally happens. And now here you are, being awakened and mouth fucked against your. Once more, her eyes popped open and she threw her head back to wail, regardless of how this made the gag’s buckle gouge in to the back of her head. The sound produced this time, was nothing more than a deep, chesty moan of despair. The crotch strap was then secured.The goons picked her up and she received yet another dose of smelling salts. When her vision finally cleared, she saw her well dressed assailant standing in front of her. Other than her condition, the only thing that had changed. “My sister’s throwing a party tomorrow and wants you guys to come.”“I’m there,” Derek said.“Totes,” Drew added. I was surprised. They were both older. Didn’t they have anything more exciting to do?“Fine, Lexi. They’re coming.”“Great,” Lexi said brightly, suddenly becoming sweet again. “Tell them to bring their suits.”“You better give me my money back,” I said.“Of course,” she said. “Right after you clean the pool and hot tub.”“Lexi!”“Oh, don’t be a baby. It’s what you do all day. You’ll live.. And then, of course, there is the folk etymology.”“What’s that?” The idea of a rock which nobody could reach sounded fascinating.“Summer morning’s version: There was a girl courted by a swain. When he went to sea for a long voyage, she promised to be true to him until he returned. A local laird took a fancy to her. He pursued her until she jumped off the cliff and fell to death on that very rock. That’s the summer morning’s version. The winter evening’s version has names for the girl, the.