.I can't anymore.I truly can't. He is killing me. What a hell is he doing? What a hell is he thinking??? And why da hell do I enjoy this so much? His ...fingers sink between my lips and find my clit. I find myself frowning in anticipation. Damn I have to relax my facial expression... but instead I moan. His hand takes over. His my pupeteer I am his puppet. He is definitely skillfull at playing with me. His middle finger and his thumb are spreading me, as his index is flicking my clit. My body has. Whenever I confronted her, she d put a sordid face.' ... but I m stupid.' Till this day we never talked heart to heart, or rather Broca's area to area. She always had her masks.Wish I could see the lady behind the mask. She is the reason, we kids have careers. She would sit with us, while we studied. She asked us questions, though never knew the answers. Promised us gifts, she could never buy, took a stick when her temper failed, became hysterical when the stick failed, but she did get her. DD? oh my god she was putting breastson me...She pulled them up to my chest, marked down some things, and thenshowed me the metal rod running through the middle of them, they werehuge, but the rod confused me, looking down I could see her gluing thebacks of the breasts and then clipping the rods to the tubes that werealready on my nipples..."Ouch...," I said as she clipped them and turned the clamps tighter tothe rods. Then she pressed them to my chest.Misty took both my hands and made me feel. ..... i didn't want them getting in the way ! she blushed yes very much so , do you like them i asked ? yes they are lovely ,i've not got anything as nice as this , well then its money well spent i said , but as you said something is missing ? what she asked ? i fetched from my pocket a black satin choker with a little pearl at the front, i stood behind her and placed it around her neck, once again she craned her neck i motioned her to stand in front of the full length mirror, and repeated that.