You can't make me!" I beg to differ, Mr Pendrill. You will sign it because you want what I have to give, and I'm not talking about sex now, nor am I t...lking about money. No, Mr Pendrill. Not money. Not sex. They're not everything by a long chalk. There are other, better types of compensation. I'm talking about the power that devolves, Mr Pendrill. Power. For instance, how would you react if I allowed you to hurt and control me? What if I signed over such power, if I said you could do anything. Daphne could have used silence to think, she decided. The pungent, bleach smell of her classmates’ futa cum lingered in her nose despite her shower. She squeezed her wet thighs together underneath of heavy towel—She couldn’t remember the last time her parts were still so juicy.Maybe it’s a good thing Mallory didn’t have time to come, Daphne thought. The bitch might’ve drowned me. Daphne snickered.“FUCK!” Carmen snapped. She slammed the laptop’s lid shut and folded her arms.“Something wrong?”. The driver turned the deadbolt from the inside with a key. That just concerned me even more, because they had also locked my boots inside the van. I was given two plastic zip-ties, and told to zip tie one around my ankles, and the other around my wrists, pulling the latter tight with my teeth. I was introduced by the driver as 'A', and his partner as 'B'. 'A' told me I would have to pay for the ride. I repeated I didn't have any money, and they offered to give me a lift. They insisted I pay. Warren walked straight to the bathroom. He found his sister naked standing outside the shower, her hand in the stream of the shower, checking the temperature of the water. Realizing he had gotten there too soon, Warren stepped just outside the bathroom, leaving the door the tiniest bit open so he could hear inside.Starting time, he soon heard the rings of the shower curtain drag along the rod as Julie closed it. He waited a few seconds, then stopped time again. Opening the shower curtain,.