It consisted of two slices of bread, a pint of water and an orange. A single piece of toilet paper and a moist wipe accompanied the food. She wiped he... bottom, put the soiled sheet in the hole and cleaned her fingers with the wipe. Then she ate very quickly. It was the orange which gave her most trouble. With only her recently clipped fingernails it took her a long time unpeeling it. She sucked out all the juice, ate all the flesh and put the peel in the steel receptacle. Sadly for her, she had. As her other hand slides back up to cup and squeeze both her areolas together she slips her finger over her hungry slit. Teasing herself, wetting her finger in preparation. Rocking forward on the stool her legs spread wider. Click. Nat rubs her slit. Click. She pushes her middle finger past her hungry opening. Click. A little deeper now. Click, click. Pushed by the camera in goes her index finger, deeper still searching for the right spot. Click, click, click. Suddenly, “Squeeze your nipples. ?You best behave yourself or I may just leave you locked in that cage all weekend.?And with that she left the room. Would she really keep me in here all weekend? I was worried by this statement. I mean, I am 6’9? when standing up, and with the 5? heels, I didn’t exactly fit that well in the XL dog cage. I fit, but it was tight not much wiggle room. Thankfully she didn’t tie me up in the cage, as that would have made lying down difficult. I was able to lie in down the fetal position, which. Knowing the past was indeed dangerous. A personal recollection could be filtered and toned down to acceptability. He could fool himself into thinking that things had happened exactly as he believed he remembered them, and comfort himself in the thought that they were not as bad as they really were.And yet it was what he had thought he had wanted for so long. It was truth. And even in the wake of the misery such knowledge engendered, he craved more.Richie wandered into the room. He focused on.