I was going to letyou rest for a while, but fucking disobedience from a cunt like you gets me fuckingmad. Get the slut in the cramp box, Karl. We'll t...ach her not to fucking argue!" So weeping and pleading, and actually apologising for upsetting me, the sweetlittle redhead found herself crouching in a little bamboo cage, just enoughroom for her to kneel inside it, then we hoisted it into mid air, positionedthe televisions in front of her with the volume on the sadistic channel turnedup until. Can I send a picture to her? It's up to you." I could feel her face heat up at my question and see her eyebrows furrow in thought. She was still wearing her panties and crop top so nothing would be shown but I wasn't about to do send something this intimate without her permission.I let her think it through while I worked on tying her other leg. This one was always a bit tricky, trying to get the vibrator secured where she couldn't wiggle away from it but keep everything else loose enough to be. .” “Hey, who’s this?” I asked. “Christy.” “Oh hey! How’s it going?”“Can you come see me?” she asked.“Well, yea, why?”“I’ll tell you when you get here.”“Okay.”I get to her house and she answers the door sobbing.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“I need money again”“Why, aren’t you working?”She began crying, “I was fired!”“Why?”“Well, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling all of it right now. I need money, though.”“How much?”“A lot.” she replied.“Ok, well, you know what you have to do,. While most of the guests were James’ friends and business partners, there were a number of mine coming, from a wide background, and they were to stay with us. For every Harry Kendrickson, wealthier even than James, there was a Mary Johnson, of humble origins but a proven friend, and I would not let them stay with strangers.Mid-afternoon on that Sunday I was in the front parlor when I spied a carriage pulling up before the veranda. This was not unusual, since it seemed as if every carriage for.