Again her scream is silenced by the gag, but a muffled scream does escape as the third pin it clamped to her clit, the most sensitive and painful part...of her body.Again she heard the movement away from her, and a door closing, then silence. Left alone with the pins burning deep into her nipples and clit, the pain was like Erin had never felt before, and would not go away.For what seemed like hours she was left alone. She tried fruitlessly to get her hands free, so she can stop the insistent. ”“Where?”“Porch.”“Here?”“Her house.”“Parents?”“Sleeping.”“Nice!”I couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from my face. “What about you?”Lara smiled at me for a moment longer, before her face fell a bit. “Well, I called Julie, and she came over after some persuading. At first she was distant, just like we were not really ever friends. Then she started wanting to know about you and Heather.”“Oh. What did you say?”“Not much, don’t worry. But finally I did say that I thought she’d fucked up.”“And?”Lara. "Well it's that or a slow death through muscular deterioration or a quick death. He's suicidal and he knows his options. He's a doctor; a professor of medicine." "I, - I'm not sure about that. That's asking a lot. A step too far I think." "He knows the risks. His Name is Professor Steven Morgan. You might have heard of him." "Who? The one who was injured in that car crash in Canada?" "Yes, the very same." "Ah yes. I've read a lot of his work; and some stuff by his colleague,. On my fifteenth, he gave me a box of delicate chocolates and fifty pounds, and in return I siphoned his semen directly into my mouth via a blowjob, by now, his taste from that first day some six years earlier, was a common as any other liquid I swallowed.Knowing what excited him as I stood in front of that pane glass door with its light streaming though and exposing my nakedness under the simple layer of cotton, I chose to wear, kneeing down in such an indecent exposure to let him see the.