She watched my face as she picked up another syringe and held my right tit up. You would love me to say something to you, wouldnt you? she sneered. Yo...u love the abuse. You want me to call you… then she shut up. I felt more insulted that she wouldnt finish. I was too low a thing to even be humiliated. For a long time, she left me there like that. I struggled against the ropes completely helpless. I tried banging my head backward against the wood but there was a tight strap around my forehead and. Casually bordering on inappropriate, the younger sister wore only a red lace push-up bra underneath her white jacket and blue skirt. The older woman obviously wore no bra at all under her golden jacket and white skirt. Just one button, at the waist, held her ample cleavage inside. One button that Mark Walters wished would fall off.When he arranged this meeting, he’d told them this was an exploratory meeting and was necessary before accepting anyone as a client. It was two in the afternoon on. All I can do is Smile back with my response being have you done this before?? And do I need to meet your Husband so he can Give me the OK... Her Answer back was .." NO and I would get to PICK the GUY who I want to FUCK ME".. And so I sit there with this Partially stunned Stupid Smile on my face.. While nodding my head in agreement.. OK.. So what do I do next I am thinking.. This is when her hand moves from my thigh to the back of my neck.. As she is pulling my face towards hers.. I am putty in. "You here alone?" "Yes. I came with my friend but she had to leave," putting a lot of effort into seeming unconcerned. He perked up. "Yeah? You need a ride?" "I'm walking distance." "It's kind of dangerous. Want me to walk you home?" I felt like I was at my first boy-girl dance, the first time a boy asked me to dance. I was nervous and excited and suspicious that the whole thing was some cruel dare. Go ask the fat girl to dance, or do you want 'truth'.