" Yeah," I said."I'll do anything for you," she whispered as if afraid to say it too loudly."Will you?" I said sitting up to look down on her pretty f...ce.She didn't speak just nodded slightly."I'll like that," I said."Good," she giggled. "What do you want me to do then?"I studied her sexy body for a few moments while evil thoughts ran around my brain."You know for now I would like just one picture of you," I said."What like this?" she giggled."Well yes," I said, "well no, I'll like you to put. His father had left years ago, and Sharon had brought him up to be a well mannered, polite young man. He knew not to make any offensive comments about other people and especially not women. So Sharon calling him conceited was a big insult. He was in big trouble.“So Mr Michael Hotrod, are you conceited?”“Not really Susan, What I say is true. All the girls at school want to go out with me, I can pick and choose from most of them. I can’t help it.”“And why is that? How are you every girls true. He gave me a sweet kiss and said he needed to use the bathroom and I was to accompany him there. He told me to step into the shower and he followed. I braced my hands against the wall and he entered me from behind again telling me he was going to "douche" my sweet pussy. I felt a warm sensation flowing into me and knew he was pissing in me! OH it felt so nice, like hot cum exploding in me only it lasted much longer! It started to leak out of me and down my nylon covered legs. I was SOOO hard. “This is how she’s to be transported,” Michael replied, opening the box to reveal its padded interior with fasteners and tubes in strategic locations. His two slave assistants lifted Priscilla from the bed and placed her in the box. Tie down straps were secured to the hooks at her hips and shoulders. A mask connected to an oxygen tube was fastened to her face. Other tubes were forced into her urethra and anus. The doctor injected Priscilla and within seconds her eyes glazed over and shut. Her.