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Now a strange and deliberate feeling of sweet calm come over the girl. How exhilarating was to have Clinton helpless beneath her.
She could do anything she wanted with him. She could make him submit to her every whim, and carry out her most preposterous
wish. She shifted her position so that her crotch was pressed fully against his mouth. There was contempt in her voice...
Monica: "Suffer, Clinton. Lie still! A big strong boy like you, having to lie there absolutely unable to do a damned thing.
Breath deeply, Ted. That's a girl who has you down like this..."
If only there were some way she could secure this helpless slave, some way she could prolong this feeling of triumph over this representative of every man she had ever sought vengeance against. Then she turned and there, hanging from a tree, was a sturdy rope, just the thing she needed.
Clinton:"MM-MM-PH! Please, Monica ... L-Let m-me BREATH!"
Monica:"Alright, Clinton! I'll move down a little if you promise to cross your wrists above your head and hold them there like a good little captive slave."
Monica:"Alright, Clinton! I'll move down a little if you promise to cross your wrists above your head and hold them there like a good little captive slave."