”“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” Cal shrieked and found himself on his knees. The cattle prod that Gina had touched his butt with to get him to do the ene...ma had been applied to his nuts. Only it felt like it must have a higher setting than the one that had produced a small welt on his ass.“Who am I?” Gina growled at him while the cattle prod filled his vision and an actual spark jumped across the prongs at the business end of the ugly thing.“Mistress Gina,” Cal sobbed out.“Would you really like to go. She had saved him from some dark times and helped him through his problems. Even though they had only been talking a few months, she had a way of just getting people to open up and talk, and it was something that Peter cherished forever. Though sometimes he regret oversharing some of his deepest secrets, but mostly trusted her with everything. She wasn't the prettiest girl, but she was always the coolest girl anywhere. That's what made her such a good friend.They were headed to Jack's house. She threw up her breakfast, and the cum she swallowed, and they carried her upstairs, bathed her, and put her to bed. She slept all day, woke up for a little while, talked to Dave and me, and went back to sleep. She woke up this morning, talked to us, again, and was asleep when Misti came over. I left to come here, so that's all I know." Mary told her that if she wanted, she could go with her to the doctor. Sharon told her that she would stay. Misti would let her know if anything happened that. Like... I feellike there's an emptiness in me and that his kiss... fills it. Does thatmake sense?"Marie let out a long breath. "Yeah." She thought for a moment, thensaid, "Can I ask you a question?"I just nodded from the sink where I was rinsing the dishes and pots frombreakfast.Marie was trying her very best to be tactful, I knew that, but thequestion still hurt to hear. "Do you want to advance your relationshipwith Mitch to a sexual one?"I stared at the sink for a few seconds before I spoke.