I finished the dinner, but I think you missed yours. I guess I’ll have to give you something else to eat, won’t I??She then reached over and took... what looked like the lid from a toilet seat and rested it on the edges of the box frame surrounding my head. It rested at the level of my face. She then turned around and straddled my body. I could see that she had removed her skirt and was naked from the waist down.Slowly she sat backwards and I saw her rear inexorably moving towards my helpless. I cameback and I knew I was on Facebook now."I wish you luck, I really do. Just hope nobody prints you out. Thedoesn't get deleted as easily."She closed the laptop screen. The 'picture frame' that she was in for mewent dark and I could see the rest of the room. As long as I was open likethat, it wasn't a terrible existence. I found out that I have a littlecontrol over the computer, which is how I wrote this. Though nothingreally prepared me for the first guy that played with himself while I. . boutiques; I guess you could call them ... They're all over the country; Miami, New York, Chicago, Las Vegas, Los Angeles. She sells high-end clothes to women who have lots of money and the physical attributes to wear those clothes well. I mean the kind of stuff you wouldn't dare wear with a bra and panties. You know; a dress with the back so low you moon every one you walk past, a neckline down to your bush and side slits up to the hipbone ... that kind of stuff." About nine months ago,. Svetlana was obviously a fist person and Amanda had become too well acquainted with both this lady's gloved weapons.With blood coming from her nose, her mouth and a cut over one eye, Amanda stayed down until the count of nine and she rose very shakily to her feet. Svetlana moved in for the kill, drawing back her right fist and exposing her jaw, which Amanda broke with a kick which cracked out around the auditorium like a telephone pole snapping in a gale."Did you have to hit her that hard?".