? I quietly open the front door and find you as I have instructed.? You are?kneeling, facing away from the door?wearing the white baby doll outfit tha... I had left for you.? You are in the basic slave position, kneeling?with your knees spread to allow me access to your most intimate regions and your hands are clasped behind your head?with your fingers interlocked and your head bowed.? As the door opens you do not move but tense up as you do not know who has entered.? I come up behind you and. Eventually she placed her feet back on the bed freeing up my hands which I then used to work her vulva around the head of the vibrator. Pulling apart and squeezing as to affect the already very stimulated clitoris. With her feet back on the bed and her ass on the pillow the head of my cock was once again hitting her G spot very nicely. Within a few moments I could tell she was close. “Good girl, that’s my girl…..Good girl!”, I felt her tighten and quake, “OH GOD! OH JESUS, I’m GONNA CUM! OH!. Wobbling dangerously on the rope, Lillian wheezes in terror. The current is unpredictable and when it hits the reaction is immediate. She leaps without grace, one foot over the other. She’s doing all she can to avoid the current. Her tits fly and crash and I know by now they’re beginning to ach, their weight and size serving as her worst enemy. I pour each of the men a round of Scotch and we circle Lillian, wolf-like, watching her jump, listening to her babble and sob. OH GOD STOP she howls,. All that philosophy and what we got to show for it? Nada, zip, zilch. Only wonderful sayings like, ‘Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.’ ‘I’ve got PMS and I’m not afraid to use it.’ And ‘Life’s a bitch, then you marry one.’ Heh, soon to be followed by another popular bumper sticker, ‘Shit happens.’ * * * * * The Teenager’s Monologue, by Trey Smith. (Stands from chair, lights up. Man speaking is a 19 yr old male. Moderate build, brown hair, hasn’t shaved in several days. He is.