I had fun with Jamie. So what? What are you going to do about it? I don't think you're taping me. What do you have on me? I'm pretty sure you don't ha...ve anything.” “Yeah I do,” John said, standing up. “Probably close to a hundred pounds.” Danielle understood immediately. There was a lust growing in his eyes. But it was not friendly at all. A power struggle was about to take place. She wasn't going to scream, but she heard herself say she would, and instantly regretted it. She would do no such. “Tell me, Mr. Connors, what does this look like to you?” She held up the camera so I could see the digital image.It was a picture of Sammi kneeling in front of me, one hand on my hip, the other wrapped around the base of my erection. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue was licking her upper lip. The angle of the photo was from our profile.I shrugged and said, “I’m not sure what you think you’re seeing, but nothing is happening in the photo.”Windy hit a button on the side and the photo slid to. Tears spilled under her blindfold and her breathing was jagged and shallow. Her arse cheeks were stinging even though the strapping had ceased. She was distressed and frightened. She wanted to go. She wanted to curl up and disappear into herself. She was so humiliated.Expecting to be released, she was about to use her safe word. She should have done that as soon as the strapping started but her inexperience had left her confused and she had not remembered to code out when it got too much. Just. Jen insisted that it was not you, but rather it was her son returned.The rest of us soon came to feel this same strange sixth sense that Jen had sensed earlier and then we too knew, without a doubt, that you were gone from us. We were devastated and in a state of panic not knowing what to do until Jen insisted that we drug the still sleeping body of her son and then get him dressed. Panicked as we were we did as Jen demanded crushing up a number of sleeping pills mixing them in water then force.