" I guess I owe you one for that," I said.There was silence in the room for a few minutes. The coffee was making me feel a little stronger and my head... felt a little better. When I took the last swallow of my coffee Sonya got up and took my cup from me. She went out to the kitchen and filled my cup and brought it back to me and then she sat down again."I want to thank you for last night," she said."Thank me, what the hell does that mean?" I asked.How could she thank me? Could she be under the. Cara has the small boobs typical of a woman with a model’s exceptionally thin figure. They’re cone shaped, looking more like a teenage girl’s underdeveloped chest than those of a woman in her twenties.In front of Cara’s face is her captor. He has to kneel down to get his penis into her mouth. I can see who he is now – it is Lotho-etsarra. His handsome features are contorted with ecstasy as she pleasures him. Just when he looks as if he’s about to orgasm in her mouth, Lotho-etsarra withdraws and. "I'll be there at 2:30." Sally heard me and smiled at the timing."Now, Sampson."I suppose I should have told him I didn't like to be ordered around, especially by someone in his position. It tended to make me angry. I was already well on my way to pissed off."2:30, asshole!" I told him, again.He changed his tone, and I finally recognized that what I was hearing wasn't arrogance, but fear. Out of control fear."Look. It's not me, sir. But the directors are going to be really pissed if they have. Everybody likes something different, but I think it has to be involving and something you can identify with.That's probably why I have so much trouble with the hard core authoritarian stuff. I can't identify and I hope to hell most folks can't either.(*Anne-Mal) The violence?(amy_brett) There shouldn't be a crossover between violence or real hurt and sex or love. They're the opposite poles! Aren't they?(*Anne-Mal) I would have to agree.(amy_brett) Stepping on somebody's testicles isn't my idea.