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"Good choice, bitch," Amy says. "Now I better tell you the rules," she says, walking behind you. "Okay, kid, this is where it gets complicated." She takes off your handcuffs, blood rushing back to your wrists. then leans forward, whispering in your ear, "You'll see why you need your hands in a minute."

Then she returns to standing in front of you, the vision of her making your cock that much harder, as she starts to tell you the rules. "You're the Weeping Angel until the end of the game, and the game ends when I say so. Understood?" She doesn't even wait for an answer, as she continues, "While I'm looking at you, you can't move. If you move, I kick your balls. If I'm not looking at you, you'll do what all bad boys do when my eyes are closed - you'll jerk off - but if I open my eyes and see you moving, then it's ball-kicking time again."

She smiles. "Do you understand?"