‘Why are we here?’ ‘I need to see if Olan left me a message. There’s a place we use over on Broadway,’ he answered as he gratefully turned ...right onto Washington. He followed the street to Broadway, turning right again. Camille watched the skyline as the towering Gateway Arch grew larger, looming over the city, the silvery structure a graceful, curving brilliance in the night. She had always loved this city. They’d spent many happy weekends here, shopping, dining, seeking entertainment. She’d. It is a little after three o’clock now, and Emma quickly writes a note to Donald on the pad she had retrieved starting all this. She put the first disc back in and freezes the frame as Donald is bringing the vibrator to her clit for the first time.The note atop the container of discs on the coffee table, she hurries and grabs her coat and purse and goes out to her Mustang and roars out of the drive. She is not sure where she is going, but until she can cool the fury, she feels she does not. His hands moved to the waistband and she felt him tugging, felt her panties begin to slip down and over her hips. Her tiny protection was slipping down her legs leaving her helplessly exposed to him. He pulled them down to her knees “Now take them off. DO IT CAROL just DO IT.” She stepped out of her shoes and obediently reached down and slid them over her feet. His fingers had fumbled with the catch at the waist of her skirt. She felt it loosen around her and as he released her zipper, it. I’LL DO ANYTHING ... NO ... NOT MY TITTIES ... AGAIN ... PLEASE ... MISTRESS STEPHANIE”But there was nothing more she could do ... nothing at all ... She had to continue to feel it ... to continue to feel it deep inside of her ... And it was driving her crazy.God, what was ... She had to stop herself suddenly. For now, even as the pain stayed with her, even as the pain continued to grow in her chest, to the point where she was sure it was unbearable, she felt Stephanie’s hands on her legs ....