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I was knackered, totally knackered and I could do nothing to improve things. Even if I could have pulled myself up and unhooked the Karabiners I wouldn’t have had the strength to get off the sling and shutdown the website. I had a vision of the inquest in to my death with my parents there and the coroner telling everyone how I died. Tony finally found me sometime late evening. The batteries in both my wand and my Ohmibod had finally gone flat but I was still unconscious. The next thing that I knew was me waking up on my bed, still totally naked. Tony wasn’t too kind to me either, “What the fuck were you thinking Claire? Those men watching don’t give a damn as to whether or not you fuck yourself to death but I do. It would be bad for business. Whenever you’re able, have a shower then go back to bed. I’ll see you in the morning and maybe I’ll repeat what you did to yourself, as a punishment this time.” I was asleep within seconds. I emerged in the middle of the Sunday morning and Tony immediately told me to bend over the back of the sofa. Fifteen minutes later I had lots of red lines across my butt. “Go and get showered then decide what you’re going to wear to Sunday Lunch with your parents.” “Oh shit, I forgot about that; sorry Tony.” When I arrived at my parents I’d forgotten that I’d seen Aria there and I got a bit of a surprise, a nice one as I hadn’t actually seen her for a couple of years. We had a great family Sunday Lunch with lots of talking. When Aria and I were washing up after the meal Aria asked me if I was alright. “Yes, of course I am; maybe a little tired but that’s all. Why do you ask?” “Well it’s just that you’ve got red marks at the top of the back of your legs. I wouldn’t have seen them if you had been wearing a longer dress and I don’t mean to pry.” “Oh those, I’m fine, I was sitting on this weird chair that Tony has and it always leaves red marks on my legs; you should see my butt. I guess that that’s the penalty for wearing fashionable clothes these days.” “I don’t know that I could wear a dress that short. I’d voyeur always be worrying that people could see something that they shouldn’t.” “Who cares what people can see, the last time, or was it the time before, that I was here I accidentally bent over in front of my dad. All he said was that he wished that he was my age again.” “Weren’t you embarrassed Claire?” “No, it’s no big deal. He’s a man and I’m a woman; most indian men have seen it all before.” “I suppose, our mothers do fill us with a interracial whole load of modesty don’t they?” I told her that she could change in the bathroom. “Mr. Greene here’s your table. I tentatively stuck out my tongue interracial and licked the base. As he wriggled, the marshmallow slid across his smooth skin, coating it in a hot sticky mess. "Oh, did you cum, too?" she asked. He had spanish blood from his mother and I had French blood, but I was actually darker than he was. Almost immediately after hitting send, he could see the indicator light up that she was typing back. She then wondered if a fuse had blown. "Oh, yeah! Probably a witch.” I imagined my hands around her throat, the press of my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth, indian her hands tied to the bedpost, body splashed in cum. “Jacob is that the pizza?” At the top of the chat window he could make out the name Cindy. voyeur I love you so much.” He gave her a weak grin back. My head shook from side to side, my fingers clenching and relaxing.