He was simply paid to give them the ammunition to screw it up.Matt continued, "So mom and dad picked up little Ethan, change his name to Philip and ca...e home to Pulaski with him. They take up residence in their little cabin and Dad continues the commute to Nashville, visiting us on the weekends. What happens to little Tiara?" Like I said Sir, I didn't look her up. Do you want me too?"That was the next question. Did Matt want to delve deeper? When he went to Philip and told him that he was. About two hours had gone by and the gorgon hung limply from her shackles, a fine sheen of sweat covering most of her body from being kept on the very edge of orgasm for so long. Her hair had given up long ago and seemed lifeless as it hung from her head. She whimpered when she sensed him getting up from where he sat next to her. The human dropped to his knees in front of her and tears began pouring out of her eyes.“No, please,” she begged, “I can’na take anymore. Please, stop.”She picked up on. In a quiet voice, he asked if I would wear it that night, if he could put it on me, stressing that he would remain respectful and not cross any lines. I nodded, admittedly with some trepidation, and very slowly he began to do just that. Easing down the zipper of my sweater, reaching behind me to unhook my bra, unfastening my jeans and then kneeling to tug them down over my hips. He hooked his thumbs into my thong and eased it down as well. When I stood completely naked before him, he simply. As for me I was on a forced regiment of forced millings and feedings. I tried to start a hunger strike, but when I refused to mount the hated feeding/milking machine a voice came over the speaker telling me that my noncompliance was not an option. My pain collar started a sequence of increasing punishments. When I attempted to stop masturbating the terrible choker around my neck assured my compliance. The egg in me at times would swing between being super cold and very hot. Sometimes I thought.