Amy couldn't force herself to take part. She would not resist, but she would surely not aid in her own humiliation and degradation."Okay, Miss High an...d Mighty. The show is yours. Show me the fuck what you are willing to do to get that fucking road fixed. It's time to fuck or walk."Amy had never been talked to that way before. The words were killing her. Nobody could see the tears start. "What do you want?" she sobbed."You can start by taking off those fucking clothes. You can start by sucking. “That’s my home and cell numbers. Please think about it, and let me know either way.”“Thank you Mr. Goldfarb...”“Please, Sam.”“Sam, my name’s James, and this is my wife, Pat. We’ll be in touch.”We all shook hands and set off home.Once we got home I took out my tablet and did an online search for Samuel Goldfarb. According to IMDB he was a successful film producer and director, and his films had won a total of 22 Oscars and over 50 other awards. And he did currently have a film in. 15 for second, 10 for last.Then he hung up and I sprang into action.I was suddenly consumed with the desire to take over first place.Ignoring the pain, I roughly forced my balls through the extra smallbase ring and locked the cage in place. I pressed record and said"Master, Sissy Michelle gladly locks up her sissy clitty in order toconcentrate on becoming a better sissy slut."I threw the key in the toilet and flushed.I sent the video and received confirmation that I was first, but I. He didn't know why he'd be interested in a high school girl, he already had a girlfriend. Sort of. Steve sat at the table after him. 'Dude, are you in love or what? I must admit myself that she's got a nice rack for a hatchling.''Hatchling' was Steve's term for 'jail-bait'. He thought of them as not yet old enough to be considered 'chicks'. Tony was off in thought, his mind had captured that smell, that wonderful fragrance in his mind, and was engraving it in vivid detail. "Something to be.