Again, she caught my face between those nails, dragging them down across my face painfully, “I know your secret,” she whispered. XXX I looked up, sniveling between breaths, unable to think of anything but the feel of this new cage I was put in. She wanted me to finish the job myself. You can’t break me!”
Mouth dropping open from my inner-self’s reply, figuratively, I watched as she giggled loudly through my mouth. Something primal. She saw the realization flash across my face and continued, “I know that you have multiple-personality disorder. She was bubbling up to surface. In the underground world, the word ‘favor’ had a lot of pull. I completely lost track of time, nothing to stop me from abusing my clit on the floor more, nothing to stop me from prolonging and
