The stickiness between her legs was no longer there only because of Bill and it disgusted her. She had already accepted that her behavior might be the end of Bill loving her, but the thought of George hurting Bill because of her was paramount. This has gotten too risky. Cory, you need to end this with George. Neutralize him. Do not let him get to Bill because of you! This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. This final chapter again gets a little intense as Marcella is forced to face whether or not she is a true pain slut. There is some not very nice and not all that sexy electro-pain stuff leading up to the conclusion of the story. If you are not into electro-pain and want to skip that, just scroll or search down to where Plato says he has had to make a deal with the devil. It is all totally non-sexual techno-nerd stuff from that point out as I wind up the story... but leave the possibility open for a sequel. 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Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Marcella was a naked ‘X’ in the middle of a large bondage frame, hanging with Toys her feet just off the floor. Her legs were tightly pulled so wide apart that her cunt was very nearly gaping open. Bright lights shining down on her from all angles reflected off the sheen of perspiration on her body. Those same lights kept her from seeing out into the darkness which surrounded her. She couldn’t quite remember how she had come to be here. Her last memory was leaving the apartment to go to work. A large black van pulled up alongside her as she was driving down the road and then... and then... nothing. Then she was here. A masked woman in a black, full-body catsuit was standing before her. With Marcella’s legs stretched so widely, her own eye level was lower than the woman’s so she was forced to look up at her. The lower part of the woman’s face, which was uncovered, showed a moderately dark-complected face with the beginnings of age lines around the mouth. That, and the hint of crow’s feet visible through the eye holes of the mask made Marcella think the woman was in her late thirties or early forties. The piercing green eyes gave no hint of age, but their coldness was more than somewhat frightening. “I understand that you are very good at your job, Miss Henry,” the woman said with a smile accentuated by very white teeth outlined in lips coated with a bright red lipstick. Her face– and voice– then turned very harsh as she said, “So am I.” She stepped forward and glared down into Marcella’s eyes and said slowly indian and distinctly, “I am very good at my job.” This close, flecks of brown were visible in the woman’s green eyes. They didn’t make them look any warmer. After a moment she stepped back and said brightly, “I was surprised webcam to hear that Jorge had failed.” She gave a smirking shrug and added, “But that’s an occupational risk.” Then she grabbed Marcella’s left nipple and twisted– hard. I cried, the panic climbing my throat, Where are you going? And even if they didn't, you would eventually get me pregnant. His wife began rocking her hips as her orgasm approached. I move closer to her, take her two hands, and pull her to me. I kiss her with all of my everything, body, soul, aura, glow, whatever. That's all," Lisa whispered back, as she started playfully rubbing Solo and squeezing the large head of John's penis with the thumb and fingers of her left hand. I glanced at the clock and it read 9:20. My eyes rolled into my head with the relief, and I grabbed Night Eyes by the supple domes of her ass, and hauled her legs up to wrap about my waist. "So what exactly happened that first night, Jan? I want you to tell me the whole story. Washington grins and gently presses the tip of his magnificent spurting cock against my cunt lips before pushing it in. I can’t stop myself crying out in disbelief as I feel his piss filling my canal. He controlled countless businesses in the state. Even though it was warm on the night of the party, I covered my new blouse from Greg’s eyes until we pulled up in front of the house. "Oh, you're so dirty!" Brie teased, “And you think it’s weird that my mom wants to help me when you’re such a slut for your sister.” Sam again looked at the male as his hands froze then slapped his face again. Being a lady herself, she knew the right places to stimulate. One of the perks of living in a single person dorm was how I could walk around dressed as I pleased. As I spurted the last blast of my cum into her depths, her flesh rippled about me. She screamed out in pleasure, shuddering between us. In the ring, May was now standing back up, indian having been bent over. As Tiger pulled away, realising he was in trouble and Sue was angry with him he tried to lick me .but after he was slapped away , settled in the webcam doorway licking himself while watching me and Sue . Her trembling hands taking of Toys my restraints and still crying , hugging me tight. Don't hold back.” Although many women tend to synch amateur quickly, there are those who take several months before the coordination of their cycles. Shower time guys but look I took off work to accommodate you so I'm gonna be here untill at least four PM... “And that's scary. I was making the calls by time zones, Eastern first, Central, Mountain, and finally Pacific.