Correct, slave?“„Yes, Madame,“ answered the girl, her voice tight. One of the ropes around her neck must have been near to strangling her.Madame...Vesta glanced up at the clock-indicator. „Still over six hours to go,“ she said. Quentin watched a large tear roll down one cheek. Oh the suffering... the incessant suffering!Then on to another Punishment Cell. Before him, Quentin saw a large wooden weel, with escalator-like steps. „This is the Treadmill,“ announced Madame Vesta, „not in use at the. Docile de Thomas, ?a n?est quepassager, c?est un moment critique et il a besoin de rep?res. Quelsqu?ils soient.- Et si on arr?te le processus maintenant?- Tu veux dire, si j?arr?te la vid?o l?? Bah, il en gardera ?norm?mentde trace, mais ce qui est pass? est pass?. Je peux dire que l?, j?enfais un peu trop, en fait, c?est surtout parce que je ne suis pas s?rde moi avec les dosages...? mon avis, c?est d?j? suffisant.- Mais comment as-tu fait tout ?a? Comment?- Ahhhhh, c?est ?a qui t?int?resse?. People just… kind of didn’t acknowledge my existence. I don’t think I really acknowledged theirs, either. My mind was always occupied with something. I always found myself immersed in one activity or another, quickly dropping it went it got boring, and then picked up another hobby. I guess you could say I had a bit of a s**tter brain. I wasn’t sure why I was wired like that, but I was.I graduated high school without amazing grades, so my option was either go to community college for another few. Bill put more lube on his penis and put the tip at my upturned little hole. He looked up at me and smiled."Someday, I will be pushing this into your pussy, and I can't wait for the day. I think of that every time I sit in front of you like this. You are a sight, so beautiful" he said. Then he pushed into me. I grunted a little at the sudden re-intrusion, but there was no pain, just the feeling of being full, full of Bill and his love. Facing each other like this we started long strokes right.