Lacie was stretched tight on the machine, yet for some reason, it almost felt as is her arms were pulling themselves free. ‘Look at me, Lace. Tell m...e you’re okay. You’ll be fine. We’re gonna get you home.’ Master’s voice was wrong. There was pain there. That was wrong. Lacie needed Master to take away her pain. She couldn’t cause him any. Lacie would happily take a month of torture to spare him that. ‘Noo…’ Lacie mumbled, her voice only a whisper. Lacie’s legs pulled free, and Lacie felt. " I understand, and hey, you can call me anytime you want to talk. Just remember, I get off from work at four."Bonnie thanked Jen again, and promised that she'd call as soon as she had another chance to.'Damn, ' she thought. 'There's not much time to get dinner together before David gets home.' She didn't even want to imagine what he'd say if it wasn't waiting on the table for him when he got there.'What am I thinking?' she asked herself. 'After last night, who gives a shit what he thinks!'She. After what Bobby just did to her, he could do whatever he wanted. She was totally for him.“Go slow and easy, Bobby. From this angle you appear much bigger than what I saw yesterday.”Bobby thought he heard her say something but didn’t really listen to what she might have been saying. His mind was set on one thing right now, “Can I fit this swollen hunk of meat into that tight little hole?”He rubbed his slippery head up and down her slit adding her wetness to his throbbing tool. The heat from her. They had been walking through the desert for hours, and none of them dared saying the obvious. They were lost. Edgar stopped and knelt on the sand.“Cory, let’s take a small break, please,” he asked.“Edgar, we should just keep going,” Cory insisted, taking his friend’s hand and helping him get up again.“We are too far from any livable place, aren’t we?”Cory nodded.“Let’s just walk,” the former servant insisted. “We’ll get somewhere, somehow.”Edgar sighed and got up again.“Well, the good part is.