" Well, you were acting like it was so cute a minute ago." It was. It is. You are. You're cute as a bug but you're gonna getsquashed if you don't w...atch out. And if you don't trust your friends." What do you mean?"Michelle grinned and threw an arm around my shoulders and gave me asqueeze. "We love you and don't wanna see you get hurt."My Year of the Girl. It started at that moment. Not at that shitty NewYear's party, or the moment the snowball left my hand and could never berecalled. It. ’ I said, glancing down at my completely flaccid cock. ‘Oh I wouldn’t say that, and apart from anything else I have a particularly good memory.’ she added with a positively wicked grin. ‘That’s nice to know. But to more important things, two of them in fact. One, dinner this evening, will you join me? And two, what are your plans for this coming week-end?’ ‘Dinner would be very nice Mac, and afterwards?’ she answered without any hesitation. ‘I’ll show you where I live.’ I said with a smile. ‘I. His diapers felt heavy as he waddled out to the kitchen to see if she hadleft him a note. She had. More instructions for his destruction. Moreinstructions of humiliation. Yet he read the note eagerly, because deepdown, he still craved the humiliation... and her attention.But the note she left looked different. She had scribbled another note,right at the top:Before you do anything else, finish the bottles I gave you last night!I'll be counting them!"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled under his. Soon now. Kirsten went over to the table and opened the other box, the one with thenote. She opened it and lifted out the first item. It was made of metal justlike her belt, but designed to fit closely around her neck. Like the belt,it had a radio lock fitted neatly into its structure. It had some other electronicsin it too, and on the outside it had welded four metal rings, one at the front,one at the back and one at each side, to which padlocks and chains could beattached. Kirsten considered.