At best, it is a living statue - a damned erotic living statue, but it is still only a statue and still only visual." What do you suggest I do?" she a...ked."I would put some holes in those plexiglass cages or use something open that looks like the bars of a cell or reinforced chicken wire. And to up the ante, I would add sound to the shock. Make it buzz or something when they deliver the shock. Don't let your audience stand there passively. Involve their bodies. Make them do more than just. And then nothing. She stilled herself, willing her breathing to slow, her heart to stop it's rushing, to no avail. His fingers slid up the side of her ribs, on the right side this time, breaking away just before they came to the roundness of her large breast.Her gasp was loud in her ears, a sharp sound that filled the silence of the room for a brief moment. His hand was gone before the sound died, leaving her stiff upon the table, fearful yet longing for his next touch. How had she gotten into. ”“Oh, Michael ... thank you. See you next week.” She gave me a soft kiss and said “Toodles.”After I closed the door after her, they all said “Toodles,” to me and giggled loudly.“Where does that put her on your list loverboy?” Princess asked me.“She was number thirteen, but she might be in the top five now, maybe four ... I haven’t kissed Joan in a while. Maybe she has settled down with James now that he can see what he’s kissing.”“Don’t worry, Jennifer, Isabel and Brigitte are still in the top. She did the laundryand ironing and we had a nice chat about her place in this household.He was smiling as he listened to her report. He said, "I knew that yourhubby would make a great slave bitch the moment I saw him." He calledme to him. I went to stand in front of him. He commanded me, "On Yourknees girl." I sank down to my knees and batted my eyelashes at him. Hetold me, "I want you to beg me to let you suck my nigger dick. You usedthat racist word when you first saw me and now you will beg.