She's not just a slut. She's a pain slut who comes even harder while she suffers. This is the secret her owner has chosen to reveal to those most like...ly to exploit it. Sierra’s ordeals to come Will make the house a pretty penny. Left bent over to contemplate the puddle of her own sweat and juices on the floor while random sexual activity gathers momentum all around her, Sierra can hardly stand straight when her arms are finally lowered for the next phase of her ordeal. A lot of things can. She found Mike outside next to his truck. She stepped up to him. Mike gave Melissa a stern look. “I guess you gave her some b.s. story by your demeanor? “ Melissa smiled “ Yes sir I don’t want you getting into trouble. People would not understand.” Mike climbed into the truck, Melissa hurried and got up into the passenger side. They headed out and headed for the next store. After another 4 hours, Mike finally pulled into his driveway. Stepping out he grabbed the bags from the backseat,. There would be another storm and another night. Helen made a mental note to listen to the weather report, just to be sure. There was another storm due to hit the area sometime in the night the weather report had indicated. Helen Adams listened with more than the usual interest to the nightly weather report. For the past three weeks as the Summer thunderstorms had rolled across the landscape she had secretly waited each night for her son, Edward, to rush into her room and hide himself under. Anne said that she wanted to go back to the beach house. It was clear that the four adults had been drinking, although, they did not appear to be drunk. Just to be on the safe side, Jack and Tom drove home.It was about 10 o'clock when they got back to the house. The full moon illuminated the lake and the sky was full of stars. Don went into the kitchen and selected a bottle of wine. Marge told the four teens that they should get to bed if they were going fishing in the morning. The boys went up.