"Je nous pr?pare des linguine aux quatres fromages. ? propos de la transformation... tu aimes vraiment? " Marie-?ve prit un air s?rieux sur cette ques...tion, le regardant tout droit dans les yeux. "Parce que je m'en voudrais tellement si tu trouvais cela trop bizarre ou fou de ma part de t'avoir fait passer ? travers tout cela," dit-elle, ne sachant pas que Martin n'avait pas encore prit connaissance des tout derniers changements faits sur son corps."Et si je te disais que je songe quitter mon. "Do you want it?" this time he's more insistent.I hate it when he makes me beg. He makes me feel so filthy for asking."Underwear? Really? You know that won't stop me." he questions me before dropping my damp panties to the floor.Every night, he'll tease me. Prod me into asking. My self-control has gotten quite strong but after a week, I'll crack. Then I'll beg. He denies himself the pleasure too.He can't believe his luck in finding a girl like me, that enjoys it as much as he does. I'm his. One firm hand gripped my shoulder and I knew where I was to go. I led the way to the basement stairs, descended, and went to the center of the room to await instructions. Paul inquired, ?Bitch, are you clean?? I had been in the shower less than three minutes earlier, so I confidently answered ?Yes, Sir? He stepped back and ordered me to spread my legs and grab my ankles. He inserted his ring and middle fingers up my ass and flexed his knuckles as though trying to dig even deeper. I. Rationally, you understood she had abused you, taken advantage of her influence on you, used you for her pleasure until she had grown tired of you and disposed of you like a toy that had exhausted its use. Still, your heart yearned her touch, her warmth, her closeness, her voice... her vicious abuse.A flicker on the phone screen accompanied by a vibration and a name tag. Once more, her soothing, mellow words promising love, yet dripping with her deathly venom appeared. The short text, however.