She unlocked another door and let me step by. Again she locked the door, guess I was her prisoner, hope the interrogation is with us both naked. She p...ured me a glass of vodka, and one for herself. Have a seat, I wish to torment you. Was that what she really meant, or a misuse of vocabulary? Some music started, and she started giving me a lap dance. Her moves were smooth and sensual. She let the shoulder straps down, reveling a sheer, black lace bra that was fighting to hold her ample breast.. For the next hour I used everything I could think of to overwhelm her senses including laying over her as much as I could and stay on task. I exposed tiny parts of her body one at a time and then used different items to please and torment her including feathers, ice cubes, lips, my hair, candle wax, a Wartenberg pinwheel, a small leather strap and a vibrator. After the first hour, I laid on top of her and kissed her passionately. "What would you like now Dirty Little Girl?" I asked. "Please. " Why not, if that's the way I felt? Then, I mean? I don't feel that way now; I definitely don't anyone killing me now. I have a lot to live for. There are books to read and places to go and people to meet and bad guys to kill. Now, it's time for us to get out and look for some dinner." She stood with her back to the camera. The scars on her back were more obvious against skin flushed from the bath. Urgah deliberately looked away as she turned and dried herself."Urgah." He looked back at her.. “She told me she’d heard lots of ‘kiss and tell’ stories from the boys at school.” She laughed. “Some of them might even have been true!”I smiled, remembering the nonsense that had been talked when I was her age.“What did you say to that?”“I told her I had felt exactly the same, especially with all the pressures that there are on girls her age,” Susie replied. “It seems she’s reached the point of no return several times with boyfriends but has always stopped short of full sex.”I nodded, oddly.