"and we can do anything to you we want?" "Anything" I rasped.Tammy moved up to my face, looking me in the eyes, "you filthy slut! You like my man tea...ing up your little man pussy, don't you?" "Yes" gasping now. She slapped my face, hard. twice! "You call me Mistress, Slut!" "Yes, Mistress" Jake was still choking me, my voice barely a rasp. "I couldn't hear you" she yelled, punctuating each of her words with as hard slap to my face. Jake took his hand off the front of my neck, and forced my. It was firm, yet was still squeezable. Their globe shape still pliable, yet recovered from each squeeze with amazing memory. My thoughts went from being almost clinical to curious, and then I brushed her nipple. It responded immediately…the nipple hardened, pointing out, as the very tip formed almost like a mushroom.“Hey…are you ready to go there?” her tone inquisitive.My hand still exploring, “go where?”“Are we having thoughts of entertaining us two?” Mary moved her finger back and forth. This is one possibility.1With apologies to T.S. Eliot: This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang but a whisper. A life ended as an elevator door closed behind a beautiful woman with a whisper and a whiff of displaced air against her bare back. And then nothing happened. Time, which she could not measure, stretched. A minute? Two? Five? She understood she was being taught a lesson.She was in a steel box. She could. Personally I thought I was doing well to even try to be civil. I didn’t like my father, and hadn’t since he had tried to ruin my mother’s new marriage by dumping two boys on her and a husband who had never wanted kids. It was going to take a lot of restraint to not treat him like the prick I knew him to be.Dave was still asleep — he’d probably sleep through a tornado — so I quickly looked around for some clothes and got dressed. Once finished, I decided to try to avoid dealing with Dave or my.