"Someone there?" the voice calls again, louder now.Cassie looks behind her, then realizes it came from AHEAD of her."Stephanie? Is that you?" the voic... calls out in a tone of desperate hope.Cassie gasps. "What? No, I'm not Stephanie, I'm--"She stops herself. She cannot say her name. She cannot give Victor any clue she is here."Are you my help?"Cassie stands. The voice is closer. Now the darkness is not so absolute. A vague corridor stretches before her. She takes a few tentative steps forward,. “You were gonna let her do it weren't you?” “Do what?” “Oh don't give me that “do what?” line, she gives you that puppy dog face and you're like putty in her hands!” “Well if anyone knows that I guess it would be you, right?” I smirked. “Hey that's different, when I do it its out of love, when they do it its out of lust.” “Yeah, but sometimes your motives aren't always so pure, but its ok, I like that anyway.” “You better, I don't use my good moves on just any ol body,” she said as she then. “Why can’t you see, I am 20 years old as compared to his age. It is very different”. He even went ahead and said that all this talk had made him excited and he was having a full hard boner making him much bigger. As a matter of fact even limp Martin was above the average size and had definitely more than 8’’ length and dangerous looking girth when hard with big balls hanging underneath for producing a lot of male juice. He even mentioned that he could not get out of the bed at the moment. Lucy tried to block out the sound of the American’s tortured cries but such was the ear splitting pitch that proved impossible. Gingerly she opened her eyes, hoping she would get a sign from Greta she could stop and give the poor girl some respite but all she saw was the German’s cruel grin as she delighted in the pain she was causing. Next her eyes flicked down to her own hand, but she could hardly look – Melissa’s breasts were twisted so brutally now that Lucy could almost feel the pain.