Sometimes she wanted to be a toy.As goose bumps rose on her arms, she shook her head and smiled.She had to redefine herself.And I have to do some read...ing, she resolved.As usual, Accountancy in Business was crap. All it did was make her long for the end of the year. She would drop the last of her father's expectations from her studies when she abandoned Accounting at the end of May. She dreaded telling him, and though he'd rant and rave, he'd still support her. She was still 'Daddy's girl'.She. Now, thinking about it, I shudder. I shudder as a new cock pokes through the hole. It's long and dark as ebony. "Lube it up, young slut. It's going in your ass." With a tear sliding down my cheek, I grip the base of his prodigious shaft. "Yes, Sir," I say, smothering the bulbous head of his cock in my mouth. Sucking and pumping his dick with my hand, I just pray that he will let me ass-fuck him gently. I pray that these sadistic men will exhaust their supply of cruelty and cum before my own. There were rafters along the entire ceiling so ropes and chains could be tied to them. There were so many different pieces of bondage furniture and sex toys on the shelves and walls. Whips, crops, gags, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, everything. Pat led Daria under a pair of cuffs hanging from the ceiling. He removed the strap around her elbow as well as her handcuffs, but her wrists were immediately attached to the cuffs above her. Daria surveyed the room that was now her prison. Pat. He didn't acknowledge her presence, or words, as he fled.Now Mark found himself on trial, with his world falling apart. His school had suspended him, naturally, pending the full results. His wife had become cold and while she said she believed him, her behaviour suggested otherwise. At the very least, she seemed to think that he should have told her of the incident and that it was still some kind of act of unfaithfulness. In fact pretty much every relationship Mark had – to friends and.