Louise answered her with a pat on the butt. ‘We were just commenting on how well you eat pussy and suck dick. I think we’ll keep you around.’ Ja...ice smiled and poured us each a cup of coffee. The phone rang and Louise handed the receiver to me. It was Lisa Holiday, the pilot. ‘Morning there, Mr. Cool.’ She sounded cheerful. ‘Got a change in plans, I’m flying down to get our daddies on Saturday morning instead of Friday. Just picking them up at the airstrip, and coming straight back. We’ll be. No, taunting might have been a more appropriate word."Hey, baby," she seemed to say. "Take a look at what you'll never get. You can just sit there and watch and jack off..."And he did; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax.. ’ ‘Erica, quit arguing. Put the damn journal in the damn bag.’ ‘I said, Chrissie, that it’s safe.’ Chrissie glared at me, and I stared back at her. Then there was a flutter of movement and suddenly Chrissie was pointing a small black object at me. ‘Put the journal in the bag or we’ll see what a hundred thousand volts does to your frizzy brown hair.’ I looked at the little black object in Chrissie’s hand, then glared at her. ‘A stun gun. You back-biting little bitch. You were going to. This was the kind of problemthat the gang of nerds could really get into. So they held a discussion whiletheir captive hung from her bonds blinking and mumbling from the residual painthat she was still experiencing from having her breasts and nails so cruellytreated. For openers he had them use some of the ties to noose her titsindividually. They twisted them tight until she began to gasp from the pain.Then they backed off by one turn and let nature take its course. With time, asthe blood.