"That's not true!" I spat, shaking my head. Without thinking, my gaze fell to her toes, distracted by the way she kept flexing them back and forth, st...etching the thin material of her black pantyhose. Each painted jewel seemed to dance with a hypnotic rhythm that held my focus as they rippled back and forth.She snorted through her nose. "I mean, you're doing it right now," she said with a tone that was half annoyance, half amusement.I sighed. "I-I guess," I began, realizing with a dawning. He demeaned me and called me so many names. I was a whore. A dirty worthless fuck toy. A cock sucking cum disposal whilst he slapped and tugged at my tender breasts and fingered my sensitive clit like he didn’t care how much it hurt. I had been trussed up with ropes and restraints like a little pig. He even spat on me. And now I was here on my knees waiting for his next move. “Mmmm I know what I want from you now slut, but I warn you if you bite, I’ll make you choke on it” That was when I felt. On the way to the party, the girls smoked a few joints and talked about how they were hoping to hook up with some good-looking guys.Kim never really drank a lot after she got pregnant and she never smoked dope, so by the time she arrived at the party, there was not much left of her inhibitions. Without further encouragement from the other girls, she undid another button on her blouse. Larry would have been furious. Fuck him.The place was packed with people and the music was thumping. In no. I was ready. I took off my clothes, put on my mask and had and grabbed my knife. My heart was racing. Would someone surprise me and call the cops? Would I faint from excitement?Now, you can’t just stand there and hold the knife out a few feet and thrust it into your gut. I had to get into the mood and make several/many practice attempts with no contact. I was hot and sweaty and ready. I growled deeply, moaning. I was almost there. My body, soul, mind and spirit were peaking.All at once I swung.