M would be as psyched about — or at least as accepting of – the idea as I was. I would just have to convince him this would be more economical –...that was my best course of action. I was already an employee on payroll, and I was familiar with his schedule and contacts. I hopped up out of my chair confident in my purpose, but, that didn’t stop me from breaking out into a nervous sweat. Truth be told I was scared shitless, what if he said no? Rolling my shoulders, I took three deep breathes,. “What’s she doing?” asked Dave. “She’s finishing herself off!” answered Sam.Charlie started jacking his cock and said, “Cool. I’ve never seen a woman do that.” “Yeah, exclaimed Bob, That’s hot!”In response to all that I spread my legs wide for them and continued working my clit, bringing myself right to the edge of orgasm and panting, “Oh yeah, yeah, Oh my Gawd….. Oh yeah! I’m Gonna cum!”And when I did, I arched my back off the floor of the tent and was practically gasping for breath! “Oh. "She not just a girl! She's a culture girl." She writhed on the floor, still screaming, still bound do the chair. He turned his back to her and walked to me. "The slave of a culture girl might cry, when we carve on her. But from a culture girl herself I expect better." He reached and touched my stitches. "I know. Until she stops crying, I'll torture you. Do you hear that, little thing? I torture your friend until you shut up!"Madeline stopped crying. She got very quiet and just lay there, her. " He handed a blue envelope to the surprised girl.Kathy knew instantly it was from Michael. "Thanks, Grand Dad," she cheered as the massive man gave the driver the sign to go and the car, again, rolled toward the street.The excited blonde ran inside. "Christi," she cried, "it's a letter from Michael!" Again. Please do me again," Christi continued to beg as Kathy plopped down beside her on the living room floor. She helped her nearly-fried friend sit up then excitedly tore open the envelope and.