He continued his tortures. She screamed and thrashed her hips. Fisting her hands still held tight by his. She cried and screamed. Begging and pleading... for release. “Please Sir, let me cum! Please, please, please. I’m so close. Pleassse!” Shudders shook her body, sweat poured. Her liquids covering his knee, still she didn’t cum. She knew better. “You are not asking me correctly Lace. You know how to ask me properly. I might think about it if you ask me the right way. I‘m removing my hand. Don’t. "How were the phone calls?" she asked still without looking up from her book. She knew perfectly well that those calls would have to have been about her and had obviously taken my previous urging to heart.I decided on a concise summary, just like before. "Fine, really fine. First I talked to a chap at work that will get you a computer. He'll come round tonight for dinner and set it up. Next I talked to my lawyer to make sure I don't have one foot in prison. He essentially OK'ed the forms we're. .“Julia stood stock still, filled with an awful dread. She could not possibly control the quivering of her mouth nor the trembling of her body.She cringed as Jason approached. Oh how his black flesh repelled her! And she sobbed uninhibitedly as he fastened a leather collar around her neck and leather cuffs on both wrists and ankles.„Your master,“ said Miss Judith, „who, as you are now aware, is Mr. Quentin Osman,“ (Julia’s features literallyseemed to quake) „has decreed that you retain your. “Pam!” I shouted in shock.“Is this what you like, Daddy?” she taunted me, shaking them provocatively. “You wanna suck some young titties?”“Stop it!“How about rear ends, Daddy?” To my astonishment, my beautiful daughter unbuttoned her shorts and peeled them down over her ass, panties and all. There she stood, exposed from head to toe, proud and prancing. “Is this hot enough for you, Daddy? Is my ass nice and tight?”“Pam, put your clothes back on!” I demanded. But it was too late for my dignity..