“That’s when the Barbie will cry for us,” another woman giggled.
“Yes, I expect it will,” Gruber brushed Kathy’s hair back. “Before the evening is over Barbie’s cheeks will, no doubt, be streaked with tears.”
The remote that controlled Kathy’s c******l cap was on the table. Gruber held it before Kathy’s eyes. She nodded her head slightly, hoping he would make the brushes spin. Instead, he pushed the release button, and the cap fell into his open hand.
“Oh my!” someone gasped, “its clitty is swollen and red as a berry!”
“Look,” someone else said, “its p***y is running wet. Our Barbie is wet and hot already!”
The fat man who had touched her with the whip stepped closer. Two young women accompanied him. Except for a white fringe of hair, he was bald. His pendulous lips were slobbering.
