The smell of him and her made her wretch and throw up all over his genitals. She nearly died from the beating he administered.After two weeks, she was...unceremoniously dragged from the cage and forced to march for several days, only stopping for meals and drink breaks. Beyond the point of exhaustion, she arrived in a new camp and was thrown into a rush hut and chained to a link in the floor. Her body and mind gave up at that point. She later found out that she had slept, semi-comatose, for three. It was different than we thought. There was a huge parking lot all fenced in with a privacy fence. The building was or looked like a old farm building that was fixed up. There was a nice ranch style house just outside of the fence behind the store. It wasnt scuzzy it was clean well ordered well lit. Lisa was all into the fetish clothes. She loved clothes and shoes. I left her to look at the clothes and wandered over to the dvds. I looked at the covers and got so hard. Lisa said there was some. I was three jack and cokes into the afternoon and I started to wonder when Eric would go home so I could try to get things going with Ben. I looked over at Ben and made my sexiest face. He just laughed at me.“Gosh Sarah, whenever you get any liquor in you all you can think about is sex,” Ben said. I blushed. I wasn't a prude, but I didn't usually talk about things like that in front of Eric. Eric laughed.“What do you think about when you get drunk Ben?” Eric asked.“Bed,” said Ben.“A few drinks. And he wouldn't stop, no matter how many times she'd approach him, appeal to him: "Daddy, please." He wouldn't even look at her."He's a comic by trade, Donald. It's his craft, his way, his life." Also his way to question my ability to support you at marriage?" "$67.50, huh, hot shot? You going to pay the rent on that fancy apartment, that boundless wardrobe, that Hollywood lifestyle in New York City? On $67.50? I don't think so, Don. Not from where I stand. No, k**, I pay for all that. Holy.