Except that I had shared a blood oath with Janet, and she had gotten hit with the curare. I still could not understand how this had happened, but it g...ve me confidence. While I mused, I was still feeling her emotions, though I could not feel the target of them. There was happiness, shyness, eagerness, worry, still a bit of lust, but buried deep was love. Love for this person who she was with and my heart sank as I realized that she felt differently than I had suspected. Still, the person she. He knew he'd never get his motherback. But somehow just saying it made him feel a bit better, if only alittle.He hung his head, sniffling as he began to make his way home.Behind him, a pink wisp zipped across the sky.* * * * *Stan sighed as he stood at the sink, mindlessly cleaning the dishes. Heglanced at the clock. Not long now. Not long before his son came throughthe door, eyes red and cheeks wet after another day of bullying.He couldn't stand it. Nothing hurt him more than seeing Ted like. ..But that thought was wiped in a second by a more serious question. How? I brushed it all aside. If Diana did this to me...that meant that I washer prisoner. I needed more information. I got out of the bed. My breasts jiggled on my chest. How the hell didwomen stand it? I walked out of my room and into a short hall. To the left was anotherbedroom, another S&M nightmare. I saw the whip and remembered the scarsI had seen on my thighs and breasts. Diana sleeping on the bed. Her figure was always. “Yeah.” She turned to Rayya. “What about you?”My sister shrugged. “I had seen one once when I was in high school. It wasn’t impressive.” I was grateful that she didn’t tell Sarah that she had once caught me masturbating.Slowly, I began massaging my dick. Tingles went from the base of my cock and up my ass. Touching my penis after abstaining from doing so for so long felt heavenly. I wanted to savor the moment. My hand went to the base of my cock and then up to the head in slow, sure.