You will punish yourself when we get home."Too late, the now-terrified slavegirl noticed the tiny mark on the crash helmet she had worn - clearly a co...ncealed camera with which her Mistress had observed her every move, including the momentary lapse which could have exposed her had Lisa - slave L to her former captors - been more alert. Tears ran freely down her face now, as the parcel truck hit a bump in the road which was transmitted directly through the enormous plug to her guts, while her. I'll explain everything". And my explaination was pushing Justin against the wall, jumping up to wrap my arms and legs around him, and kiss him furiously with my naked skin pushing against him. "Kristen, no really...what is going on here?," Justin asked in earnest. "Here's the deal," I said casually. "Chris is caught. Busted. He's been hammering his shitty little cock into everything he could reach for the past year. Isn't that right, honey? And a good deal of that time was when? While I was. Usually in a bar where I can seem to be an available pickupand he can make moves on me that turn out successful. Sometimes thoughit's arranged for us to meet in an upscale restaurant where he can showme off to his friends as his most recent girlfriend, the kind ofgorgeous, witty woman he often attracts. Or I can seem to be a blinddate and this time he's gotten incredibly lucky, and because I know hefeels that way I can take charge of the evening -- we can enjoyourselves at a concert or play,. ”“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve beaten her ass.”“I didn’t want you to beat her ass; I just wanted to leave.”“Frankie, I am so sorry.” She walked over and gave me a big hug. “At least you fucked her,” she joked in my ear.“I never had sex with Elena.”She stopped hugging me and grinned. “You’re joking, right? Elena’s the sluttiest girl in school.”“If she’s the sluttiest girl in school, why’d you let me go out with her?”“So you could get laid, duh. You had to have fucked her at least.