No time to fool around this morning. A fast shower and down the hall to roust out the boys. A fast breakfast, and then an all-hands Chinese fire drill...loading the car.I swear, if we ever do this again, I’m going to load the car the night before. And doing this the morning after the party? Rather than wonderful planning, it began to seem a horrible disaster. If not exactly hung over, Debby certainly seemed a bit under the weather. God knows, I could have used some more sleep, plus an. However, she took advantage of Emma’s tears to take her hand in her own and squeeze it comfortingly. Emma smiled at her through her tears, seemingly grateful for the sympathy that Tanya was expressing. At long last, the ordeal was over, but not without the tedium of applauding the cast as they bowed and pirouetted on the stage as the curtain was drawn and redrawn. Couldn’t they just shut up and go home? Then at last out of the door and into the atrium. “Oh! It was so sad!” weeped Emma,. I didn’t fancy trailing back to our chalet, and excused myself to go to the toilets beside the open-air bar. In one of the cubicles, in an act of daring fuelled by alcohol and lust, I took off both halves of the bikini and put them in my beach bag. The beach dress was loose enough to conceal the swing of my breasts but it was dangerously short, and I realised that the slightest wrong move would reveal my naked pussy. We had lunch at the bar and lounged in the sun, drinking, chatting, and. Gustav pulled out the needle and released the slave’s head. The pain! The horrible pain! The slave felt as if his throat was on fire!?Just a mild acid-based fluid.? Gustav said firmly. ?In about an hour your vocal chords will be destroyed and you will no longer be able to utter a word?or even a noise.?The slave cried as his vocal chords was slowly eaten away by the acid. His tears ran down his face. He watched as Gustav walked over to a workbench with a large cabinet and opened the double.