OH..FUCK..EAT IT. I HEARD STORIES, BUT...EAT MY NASTY CUNT!! SHOVE YOUR TONGUE UP MY SLIT, YOU BASTARD. EAT THIS WHORE TIL SHE FUCKING SCREAMS! OH FUC... ME! THE WINDOWS ARE OPEN AREN'T THEY. EVERY FUCKING PERSON IN THE CASTLE...I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! YOU CAN ALL HEAR ME BEG LKE A WHORE! JACK OFF AND SAVE ME THE CUM! I'LL GOBBLE UP EVERY FUCKING DROP! BUT IF ANYONE COMES THROUGH THAT FUCKING DOOR TO TRY TO STOP THIS WONDERFUL MAN FROM DEVOURING MY HOLE, I'LL KILL THEM WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS! OH. Go get it and I will give this to you.?He held out the key but when I grabbed for it, he laughed and pulled it back. He was bigger than I was so there was NO way for me to take it from him. He was still chuckling as he walked back to his mother’s house. I just stood there staring at him as he left. Fear was crawling up my spine. What the hell was I going to do? There was NO box to show him. It was a couple of hours later when he came back.Brian: ?Well, where’s the box??Me: ?I couldn’t get it. "Open the Week One bag for your first little assignment. Don't even touch any of the other bags or you lose the game."Another pause."You'd better do what she says," advised Janice.Amos reluctantly reached into the box and drew out the smallest of the bags, which appeared to contain an envelope and a finger like cylindrical object in it. The bag was stencilled "Week One". Quickly Amos pulled open the drawstring and into the palm of his hand fell a stick of bright red lipstick."Here's a lesson. His equally icy reply was spat in her face. Then, you will die. You will die of starvation because your pay is the food I give you. Giselle shrugged and walked away from him.For the next two weeks, she lived off of scraps the other performers saved for her. True to his word, Sake provided nothing for her. But, he had a problem. His audience wanted to see the white girl being used by the dog. Without that little fillet to the show, they soon dwindled in numbers. Seeing people who carried the.