It felt a little salty. Must have been my precum, on her tongue. I put my arms around her and undid her bra. (it took me a few minutes to figure out)....Her breasts popped out, and she dug them into my face, I licked and sucked on them with fervor. I worked on her already hard nipples. Sucked on them and nibbled lightly. I ran my tongue on them and pressed against them hard. I massaged them with my hands, and squeezed them with gusto. I threw her aside to the bed, and she lay faced down. I. It was not physical pain, but a mental torture. Unless you have experienced this, you would not understand. I was screaming for release. But Madame Celeste told me to shut up, and warned of terrible consequences if I did not suffer in silence.After the psychological torture of the bizarre music, my mind was already in another place. Madame Celeste then took me to the upper part of the house, where I was beaten severely. Finally, I was taken to the underground bunker.I had asked Madame Celeste. Mom had went to work and my younger s****r Ann and I sat in the house on the couch while the rain poured down. We were bored flipping though the channels trying to find something to watch on tv. We settled on a rerun sitcom and sat there trying to enjoy it. Ann got up and went to her room and came out with her nail polish bag and said she needed to do her toes and that there was no better time than the present. She then placed her feet up on the edge of the coffee table and begun taking off. "Shush," I replied, "I thought I saw someone." Actually, I didn't see anyone, it was my way of getting him in the car naked. I turned the car off and looked down the road, there was dead silence for about 3 minutes. "Hmm, guess not," I said. As he opened the door to get out of the car, I stopped him. "Where are you going?" I asked. He replied, with a puzzled look, "To get changed." "Why?" I replied, as I pulled my shirt over my head. "It's dark, we're alone, and you have a nice body." Before he.