"You ought to be grateful that I even let you touch me."Bobby clung to the feeble hope that the woman was just teasing him and would come across in th...e end. But as he stood there looking at her, Emma got up and walked into her house, closing the door. He heard the lock engage behind her with a loud click of finality.He just sat there for a minute, feeling miserable. He was tempted to jack off on her doorstep, spitefully hoping that she might slip in his spunk and crack her skull on the. Letting the binder shut and setting it beside her, glancing toward the other albums, she’s drawn to the next one. Taking a deep breath, slowly opening it, starting at the front, again the series of brutal treatments’ fully photographed. Suspensions, from breasts to inverted spread legs, piercings of breasts, not just a needle or two but sadistic patterns of a half dozen or so to each nipple, even labium and clit piercings, the layouts seem to escalate from a sadistic imagination leading up to. It's his favorite - the one he says brings out the color of my eyes. I close my eyes as I feel his warm fingers on my neck brushing aside my hair as he fastens the chain around my throat. His hands are so strong. So capable of reducing me to a molten puddle of lava. I feel him gently kiss my exposed ear as he whispers how beautiful I look to him. I quake beneath his touch. I open my eyes and see the ring on his finger. The one that matches mine. I smile a secret little smile of my own. He is. But as time went on she grew less and less shy about her uncle seeing her and, by the time she’d been there two months, she often bathed right after supper. Uncle Martin always offered to wash her hair for her, and, as she remembered the lack of modesty her parents had displayed, she decided it was nice to have his big rough hands massaging her scalp. When it came time to dunk her head, she got less and less nervous about the fact that her breasts invariably broke the surface of the water as.