Really ... And now, Stephanie, without saying a word, went to work on Debbie’s tits. Seriously.She held up the clamp in one hand and squeezed it, so...that it opened, while at the same time she took Debbie’s nipple in her two fingers and held that too ... So that she could squeeze it and press it even further forward. So good ... That was so good...Now, as she held it she looked up once at Debbie’s face. “Are you ready, slut?”“Don’t ... please ... don’t ... Mistress Stephanie,” Debbie. “This wasn’t meant to be a kidnapping for pleasure.”“Professional? Dude, there was never anything professional about this operation. We fucked it up. There’s nothing we can do about that now. So let’s make the best of a bad situation and have ourselves a proper snuff party!”“I don’t know…”Robbie sighed. “Look at her, he said.” They both looked at Chrissy sitting on the couch, her slender legs curled up underneath her. “Like I said, she’s gonna die one way or the other. Why let her go to. This woman could be anyone, any age, anywhere in the county, but she called him a fish and he couldn’t ignore that. ‘Trout, huh?… Ok. Show me the dress.’ ***** Dylan was standing in the dressing room of the boutique as anxious as could be. A lot depended on this dress and she felt she really needed an outside opinion. She did not have time to be dealing with someone so obstinate, but he was the only person who was answering texts with the speed she needed. Deciding a man’s opinion wouldn’t be. It was so dull that he dozed off only to be jarred to wakefulness by the doorbell ringing."What the hell is in here? A body?" the UPS driver said as he wheeled the parcel in on a dolly.Sam smiled and answered, "Just some machine parts I needed." Sign here."Sam closed the door and stood there, staring at the box with trepidation. He was both very nervous and excited at what he would in the box when he opened it. He wrestled the box into the middle of the living room floor and carefully cut it.