Was he going to cut me Oh Gawd NO!!! Slowly he inserted the handle of the knife in between my pussy lips. It was round, ridged and slightly larger tha...n my vibrator. He started to work it in and out of my pussy the feeling along with the fear soon had me bucking against it.Gawd I was going to cum on this bony thing. As I neared my climax he eased it out and the emptiness was so painful as though my heart had been taken away. I felt him climb onto the bed and straddle my chest. His cock was. It wentstraight to voicemail. Annoyed, I dialed it again, same thing. Grr!!! Iwant answers Mr. Anderson! I hung up without leaving a message.Next call was to Lisa. If I couldn't? find Brad, she'd surely knowwhere he was and how I could get in touch with him. The first ring,third, fifth, voicemail... Is everyone I know this damn disconnected? Itried again, voicemail... Fuck!I looked around the half full lot, people returning to cars with bags,and just lost myself in a sea of fears, doubts, and. I ate as quickly as I could and was just sucking the last of the liquid out of the bottle when he returned. ‘Has It finished eating?’ he asked. ‘Yes Sir. The Manna has all been eaten Sir.’I answered. ‘Did It chew them up good?’ he asked. ‘It tried to Sir, but that would have taken too long and then It would not have been obeying your order to be finished before you got back, Sir.’I answered. ‘Does It remember that It was warned about what would happen if It did not chew them up good?’ he asked.. She's in her early 50s, very efficient, dumb as toast, lively enough to light up a room and a gym rat with a remarkable body. When she cleans my house she's usually wearing short-shorts and a halter-top. She's fun to look at and I catch her checking me out but she's my cleaning woman, so I'm not going there. Besides, I'm dating all of these beautiful, neurotic, emotionally fragile, Prozac- swallowing, therapy-addicted, I'm-the-center-of-the-universe Jewish American Princesses from Beverly Hills.