So she sat, seeing the blank television and wooden furniture, but registered nothing. Emma could hear Adam’s voice now — Why can’t you stand up ...or yourself? Good question, she wanted to reply. It was a valid point. She knew Adam try to dig into her subconscious, but rooming with Sylar had nothing to do with that. Hell, she was the kind of girl who rather wander the aisles of Target for hours than ask a sales clerk for help. And if she pretend being violated on the dance floor was normal, she. We'll be back to get you in the morning. Keep a stiff upper lip!" Help! P-L-E-A-S-E don't leave me like this! Please let me cum!Mistress Beverly! Mistress Karen! Please! Anybody! Please! I can't stand this! Let me cum..."As Karen and Beverly walked back to the car Tommy was thrashing his head wildly and begging, but the tight bonds held his lower body perfectly immobile to the ravishing of the mindless terrors that tormented him. They were nature's most perfect torturers! An hour of this and. As the soapy water of the shower streamed down my naked body, my hands followed where the soap went. Was I pretty enough that Muscle Boy might enjoy running his hands down my body in this way?That night, at home, I looked at myself naked in my big dresser mirror. I slowly ran my hands all over my body, even more than I had in the shower.For the first time in my life, I truly felt that my mother was right, I really am pretty.In my dream that night, Muscular Basketball Boy was in only his gym. Holding his hand I led him through to my bedroom, giving him a delightful slow kiss, I told him I would indeed be the stripper for the night and asked him to find three costumes as that is how many separate performances I would give.Holding me close to him he kissed me rather passionately then whispered into my ear that if I was ok with it he would like to spend the night with me after the event. I smiled suggestively and said unless I get a better offer on the night he could stay the night and.