”“Most likely he’d kill Roland and the boys,” Amber growled, more under control now. “He’d save something special for us.”“Well,” Em...er replied cheerfully, “We got something special for him, too.”Rick Colby crouched in the stand of trees behind the Cutberg farm, soaked in cold perspiration and gasping in pain from the splintered femur in his leg. The crystal suns were dark for the time being, and everyone at the farm was asleep.He’d wanted to butcher the entire clan for trapping him in that. I felt a finger slide into my wet pussy, thought about saying that this is going too far then decided not to as it felt so good. I said to myself that is Bill's finger, Bill would not let this guys finger my pussy. Then I felt a pair of lips on each nipples as their hands gently squeezed my tits. Oh God, this was feeling really good. Two men licking and sucking on each breast and Bill's fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, and two more men rubbing my inner thighs. Heaven! Then two things. Margot showed me how to tighten them and tie themoff. She told me to cut them off with a pair of scissors because Ms.Crane did not want her customers having to deal with the excess laces.The price included a box of 100 extra laces. Margot strongly suggestedthat Charley wear the corset 24/7 and to only change it once a week. Weordered Charley a spare corset.Ms. Crane also suggested that Charley could attract more business if hecould learn to wear ballet heels. She felt he would look over the. Emma perfected her make up: eye shadow, eye liner and mascara, blush, lip gloss. She ran a brush through her hair several times, and swirled Scope through her mouth. She slipped her arms into her new Marc Jacobs dress, and quickly tied and bowed the ties. The dress was a soft silk, a perfect sapphire color. Her Manolo Blahniks were black, with a four inch heel. She slipped a few things into her tiny Dior clutch.Amanda appeared out of her bathroom, straightening her thong. Best friends since.