"No," I admitted, "You were right, thankyou for not telling them that."Sherri nodded, "You're welcome Tiffany, just keep that in mind, and try toremem...ber what happened the last time you complained about the games weused to play." I remembered the incident she was talking about and justthinking about it made me shudder. Sherri could see that Amy was curiousso she started recalling the tale. "After the second or third time I madehim dress up he went to mom and complained that I was mean and. Iwas free."You are not going to do anything silly are you?" he said. "Promise methat you are not." No, I am going to be good." Wear something dressy, really feminine and smart, go the whole hog." Long or short?" Long, go for it, and help yourself to some of that jewellery in thejewel box."I showered properly now the chains were off, washed my hair and did mymakeup, tonged my hair and using some scissors from the drawer on thedressing table, snipped it carefully into as feminine a style as. Of course, it’s not his fault he lost his memory. Parts of it came back but I wasn’t one of those fortunate snippets of memories. We tried, but how can you expect a man to love you as he once did when to him you’re a complete stranger? Hell, half the time he isn’t even really sure who he is. It was easier to leave and let him rebuilt his life, his personality and his future. The stress and the tension was unhealthy to say the least. I try to ignore the overwhelming lust I feel when I see him. Barbara was a prisoner, unable to break free of her bonds. Her body movements only made the pain worse as the needle shifted around in her nipple flesh. The pain was already unbearable in her breast and yet she knew John had only begun his torturing and sodomizing of her body. John pushed the sharp tool further into her delicate tender tit. Barbara’s nipple tissue was hard and difficult to penetrate making John twist the needle in an attempt to gouge it through her hardened, now bleeding.