I wanted it badly. I wanted to see him, them, squirm. I wanted to make him, them, suffer. I wanted to punish them. The thoughts alone seemed to satisf..., even please, me. Heaven could only guess the pleasure I would get from executing it. Every night, nightmares haunted me. I wanted more. James had become my drug. The sex toys left behind did me no good, they only frustrated me. I wanted my master back. — ‘Suck it like the slut I know you are,’ whispered that familiar voice. I looked up with a. That happened to me a couple of times. I left a message at the house, then tried both my parents’ cell phones, and then Kelly, and got nowhere. I ended up leaving messages, and finally got through to a human when I called the feed mill and managed to speak to my grandfather for five minutes before running out of time. Even then, some of the guys considered me lucky. At least one guy called home and found out his wife was divorcing him. That really sucked.That was in addition to the letters that. . 'Why baby? Its raining...' That was when i started to rub his dick through his basketball shorts and said 'i know... and i really don't wanna disturb my parents who are asleep so lets go...' as i pulled his arm toward the door of his car. 'I know how long u have been wanting to get my pussy. and how selfish i have been to you and not giving u any. And i wanted to apologize for that. you have been a good boy, and i have been a very bad girl... i think i may need to be punished for my. I whisper in your ear to concentrate on the package, it will all be over in a bit.Vera brushes the hot wax on your legs and I place cloth strips at even intervals. As I pull the first strip off, you scream into your gag and try to pull loose from your restraints. The veins are bulging in your forehead and neck. I tell you to stop being such a wimp that you have done that to me and much worse. You breathe deeply through your nose but as each strip of cloth pulls the hair from your legs, the.