I'm just casually running my fingers up and down the thing when I notice that Myron is staring at my hand like I had seven fingers or something. I kee... fiddling with the thing and the more I fiddle, the harder Myron breathes. It's like he knew what I was thinking and he couldn't wait for the show to start!"I couldn't disappoint him after that. I told him to get in the back and I would show him something he would never forget. As soon as I though seriously about doing it, I got sooooo hot that. “Maybe it’s because your bra touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet for a moment. “Like I’m someone else or something. Like I’m outside my body.” He shakes his head. “OK, that doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel things I don’t feel otherwise, and I like that a lot.” He laughs. “It makes me hard, too.”“No kidding, Julia!” I don’t laugh at him, not really. I laugh at. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they wanted to try on her. Then in an act of almost. As i went downstairs i could feel my self getting aroused but at the same time there was fear as sam could be very domineering, about an hour later just as i thought nothing was going to happen the doorbell rang and without thinking i opened it and sam walked straight in, in the kitchen he said put the kettle on, i did as i was asked as i gave him his coffee he said sit down i want to talk to you,you remember the money i lent you? i said yes, well did you know there were conditions attached to.