" Okay, so, we don't use the pics right away," Richie said. "We just hold onto them until we can get Heather away from that bitch, and then we shove t...em in her face." And then Mr. Seeger is gone when we can't produce the evidence," Cassie said glumly.Ned scratched his head. "Babe, we can't do everything fer everybody. I say we go with Richie's plan: get the pics, an' if Diane frees Heather, we give 'em ta Seeger and he nails Bendon ta the wall. If Diane fails, we sit on 'em an' buy Seeger a. I can hear her command throbbing insistently within my blank mind; the single word this pretty little pavlovian bitch has come to cherish, has learnt to obey, has placed above everything else. My poor, helpless, manipulated body spasming in uncontrollable obedience to her constant demands that her little pet be an absolute pleasure unto her. How I ache. How I ache to be such perfection, as the pulsations in my palpitating pussy explode forth across my shivering frame, as my knees rub. I asked, "why"?He said that he thought we were friends and he could believe that he had been made such a fool of by me and my asshole friends. He actually thought that I had conspired to humiliate him. I tried to to explain to him that he was wrong but he became more and more upset as I spoke. He got to the point where he was yelling at me to leave and I could tell he was really angry and hurt by what it was he thought I was up too. I started to gather my things to leave but than imagined the. Her legs were open, like she didn't know what was showing, you understand. And the nipples were bigger now, like two thumbs underneath the flimsy fabric. I walked toward her, my hands reaching for the next stack of canned goods. She put both hands around my upper arm, bare under the short-sleeved shirt, and I could feel how damp her palms were. "See, I can't even reach around your muscles with both hands," she said, a tremble in her voice. Loosening her grip, she stroked my arm. "Your skin.