The next day I threw myself into my essay. All day I typed, copied, pasted, and transplanted images. Then when I was sure I had everything I wanted in... it I started to edit. Double-checking everything twenty times. Checking photo size. Finally I burn the whole thing to CD, then make a back up copy on my flash drive. Siting back I stretch and glance at the clock. It’s well past midnight. Rubbing tired fingers through my greasy hair I promise myself a shower. Getting up my legs have fallen asleep. .. but none of themreally took to the roll, they just could not convince Mr Samson theywould be his good slutty girly girls. What do you think happened to themBella?" I... uhh don't... uhhh know.... miss... Serrano," I replied fearingwhatever the answer might be. She turned me with an almost genuine lookof pity in her eyes as she lifted my chin with a long acrylic fingernailto meet her gaze."There's a brothel he's connected to down in Brazil Bella, the kind thatspecializes in ladyboys and BDSM.. “Not internal; external.” Was my curt answer.Jim then handed the controller to Bob, placing the intensity of my clitoral stimulation in his friend’s hands, so to speak. It should be no surprise to anyone, least of all me, that the very first thing Bob did when handed the controller was crank it up to level five.I bolted to attention, again grabbing he sides of the table as I shook, rigidly immobile, feeling like my eyes were rolling back in my head. “Oh shit, oh shit, please turn it down…that. If that’s what it took to make him happy, I would do it without complaining. We had shots and beers. Several shots and beers. My boyfriend was talking to another guy when a big biker came up to me and without a word, grabbed me and kissed me. His tongue worked it way down my throat as he forced my mouth wide open. His hand moved to my tit and squeezed hard. I did not want any trouble so I let him do what he wanted. I thought my boyfriend would see what was happening and come to my rescue. But.