? ?I-I-I?please?? In went the gag. Irina turned to her case, debating her next action. Her subject had reached the sufficient levels of ...ain to be introduced to pleasure. Pleasure was something usually reserved for male subjects, but Stacey was barely showing a break in her lies. Perhaps the conflicting sensations would work better. Irina selected a thin, slender vibrator; the head of it no wider than the width of a pen, then squatted before Stacey’s splayed legs, flipping. Releasing her grip on the semi-conscious body, the woman slumps into the passenger seat like a slab of meat. As she struggles to put on the seatbelt, Bern notices the silhouette of a man, half in and half out of a doorway staring at her."Sod the seatbelt we are out of here" she tells the snoring corpse like creature beside her. With a screech of rubber, she turns the car and heads home.Spinning the thermostat down to as cold as possible and pushing the start button, the power shower roars into. In addition to the seemingly every-present steaks, the variety of foods would rival the breakfast bar from any restaurant Eileen had ever been in. Of course, she had helped prepare the meal, but with all the women present, her part had been a minor one, or at least it seemed that way to her. I'll catch on and do my share, she told herself. Jill said there weren't any servants because the Matthews didn't want their wealth to go to their heads. They surely don't act like most of the rich people. Diana had the ball again. She pushed it to her left and spun around a defender, then sent a pass into the defending team's penalty box. Barbara just arrived in time to slide tackle the ball, pitching it towards the far end of the goal. I watched anxiously as the ball approached the goal. It missed by a few inches and went out into the baseline. I heard grunts from my own throat and the people around me.The picture of me missing my own score, many years ago, in the exact same way, came back into.