Camsoda Adams - This is one of those TV housewives.

You do love the attention," Nate laughed. I looked down and realized my swollen lips were on fire. I blushed, embarrassed. "Did I say you could do that baby?" Cal added, looking at me. I looked up and smiled. "Yes, Camsoda Adams told me. At your first slap." She was laughing wickedly now. "I never said that you could do that. For giggles, I realize that's exactly what you did today." I gripped my thighs tightly. When I thought she could figure out what I was going to do, she laughed again. She picked up the phone and called three times to say that she needed to talk with me. I had to talk to each of the men over and over to no effect. I was tired of being alone in the dark, and this was the first time I'd been in a playtoy's bedroom. It turned me on more than anything else.

The fourth man was the loud mouthed one who looked like a freight train was going to run over a patch of grass. He was pretty well seasoned, dressed in a overcoat, and apparently under the impression that it would make the playtoy more dom and respond to his commands. He had a large hand extended over my ball and his middle finger was resting on a stake. He whispered in my ear, "This is Camsoda Adams." My alarm clock went off. I looked at my watch. It read four before I could think to stop the twitch. I turned the vibrator back on. I never had a man friend until this day. Camsoda Adams was the wrong kind of boy. My Father never had one. I preferred the older variety, and he was more like it. I watched him for a few more seconds before realizing that the bright light was coming from my mouth. It had been on long enough to register on my pussy. I looked down and pulled the burning wetness from my skin, rubbing it between my thighs. My hands went around my belly, stroking slowly.

I was running the thin red line between my pussy lips. There was nothing in the house. Could I have been electrocuted? I could not be sure. But I did hear voices. One girl talking, saying that she wanted to be my lover, that she was under my spell, that I was their spirit animal. Who was it? I had been in the dark ages before. It could not have been me. The woman was crying, saying that she was a virgin. How could it have been me? I lay still for a few minutes, catching my breath. Finally, I turned the electric motor on and walked over to the stake with the long, thin metal rods. I saw the tender skin of the deep red welt that I had noticed earlier. I quickly pulled the muscular arms from the woman's side of the bed, thrusting the woman's legs up into a position that created almost painful pressure in the woman's back. I could hear the girl crying out in pain, and moaning in ecstasy. I quickly pulled the girl's legs together, firmly clamping leather cuffs around her ankles..