After a few seconds she stops suddenly, and pulls her hand away. ‘I almost came,’ she says, panting a bit. ‘But you didn’t want to?’ the d...sembodied voice inquired. ‘No. Good girls don’t come. They just get closer to the edge.’ These words she said with an exaggerated tone of angst. As if she wanted so very much to come right then. As if not having that option was a terrible reality for her to have to cope with. Again she started touching herself. And again a fadeout. And then we’re back,. ”“You don’t have to tell me, mom,” said James and grabbed her by the throat. He shoved his desperate cock in her and started thrusting greedily.“Oh my God, that’s so naughty, James,” Susan spoke in a husky voice through James’s hold on her throat.“Keep quiet,” said James, releasing her throat and slapping her swaying breast. The slap hit her hard on the nipple and made her breast go red.“James, you little devil!”James slapped her other breast as well, equally hard, and Susan let out a loud. "Come with me," he said. "I want you to talk to someone."I really didn't have much choice. I had to know what happened to Nicole and this was the first hint that I might be getting somewhere. I followed him to the ubiquitous black SUV and got in the passenger side. We drove in silence westward to what looked like a secure area in the industrial part of town. A gate guard checked the driver's identification and waved us forward.We pulled up in front of a nondescript building that might have been. ” This time she is the one giggling as she captures both our hands in hers and leads us to the bathroom. “You. Sit.” She points at him and then the edge of the tub.“What do -““Don’t ask. Just do it.”Her Mistress voice. I shiver. He looks at her quizzically as she rolls up the bath rug and pushes it towards the doorway than sits beside him. He’s wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, she’s got on one of his flannel shirts and panties. Me? Just socks. My feet get cold.“I need to pee, Rachel.”Her voice.