Me: Yeah, of course! Why would I say no? Just tell her I’m up for it!Mom smiled and was very proud of me. She got up and went out of the room. I imm...diately got out my phone and messaged Mami. I pretended like I believed it was an actual project and not an excuse for her to be with me. I just wanted her to say it once and be sure about it.Me: Hey, what’s this about? You said you need me for a content writing project? Thanks a lot. I’m very happy about this opportunity to work for your business. " The tone of her brother's voice turned from one of concern to sly coyness. It was further stimulation for her. "Are you sure you want me to do this? She had not noticed that he had reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. The sudden clarity of light was a welcome surprise. She nodded enthusiastically with that expression of unrelenting mesmerized focus as he grasped his turgid manhood in one of his manly hands. He started to stroke sensually and slowly, but suddenly stopped. "Wait up,. Then he used pliers to pull the needles out of me and the chopping block beneath. I had lapsed into a state of semi-consciousness, overcome by pain and trauma. He removed the tormenting ginger from my piss slit and tugged the long since forgotten weights and nipple clamps off. As he lowered the rope that held the manacles aloft, I simply collapsed into a ball on the floor. He collected the various discarded bits of my clothes and my breast forms and tossed them into a bag.At that point,. I hardly see him from one end of the week to the other. It's terrible..." Why, where does he spend his time?" Peterson asked."Oh, I don't know, working overtime, out with the boys, something like that. I suppose to avoid coming home!" What kind of husband is he anyway?" Harvey said briskly. "That's no way to treat a woman, especially a beautiful, desirable one like you!"Betty didn't know what happened next; she only knew that she was suddenly crying helplessly. Something in Peterson's.