His name was Alexei Vasily Vladovich. That seemed to me to be an unlikely name, but I did not speak Russian, so I could not know for sure. It really m...ade no difference as long as he was using that name in America.I had spent nearly two hours questioning Boris, so it was getting late, and there was still that mess in my front yard to clean up. I went out to the boat and picked up my cellphone from the tackle box. I called Det. Bains to report what had happened in my yard. I would wait until he. Everything in his world was painted the way Mistress Gina wanted it to be painted in a way, even if the colors were only inside his head. The first day that the crazy bitch had essentially tied him down and let men fuck his face, though she had ensured his participation with torture, ten men had unloaded their scum into his mouth and stomach mostly his stomach before the crazy bitch had gotten him up and made him do exercise to make sure he didn’t freeze in one position.Then she forced him. She began to run her hands over her body instead, prolonging the thrill - and oh, there were surprises! Her hair was down, softly curling to her waist, her breasts - mmm, she thought, they're so ready to be sucked, bare like this - were heavy in her hands, nipples teasingly erect. Her waist - was this a corset? She smiled more widely; she had always wanted one of these. Tom had always hated them, had never saw the point. Well - she felt the restrictive silk, giggling - he isn't here now... As. Elizabeth pulled on the laces ashard as she could as she progressed to the top of the shoe. Then followedthe same for my left foot. Next she helped me stand up. The normal L-shape of a foot was now totally gone. I was standing up no different thana ballerina dancing en pointe. Next Elizabeth led me by the hand incircles several times around before letting go. Amazingly I was able tocontinue walking without falling. Despite the gel pad in the tips, mytoes were killing me but I kept quiet and.