Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father..., "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick. Certainly a woman to be reckoned with, bit like Her Loveliness.I'd never tried bondage, or sado-masochism, so I had no idea what I was going to do with the torture chamber, but I have to say that over the next few weeks a candidate for some experimentation began to present itself. Or rather herself. Annabelle had duly started work and HL put her in another of the smaller rooms in which she had a computer and telephone installed. We had apparently a broadband connection with a wireless router, I. We are both disabled. She had bad knees and could hardly stand. After teaching for years and carrying some extra weight from having the children, her knees were shot. My back was bad enough that I could not lift any more, my knees were also shot. I loved her to death and thought she felt the same about me. I worked construction for most of my life. To do the job correctly you need a good set of knees and a good back. I worked for the same company for 28 years when they brought in a new manager,. In otherwords, I sounded like a girl.Amy's smile broadened. "Oh my gosh! Look at you! Listen to you! Notonly do you look like Stephanie, you talk just like her. You move justlike her. Even your expressions are perfect. If I wasn't certain thatthis was real, I would think that I was just going crazy!" Trust me, it's real. And I am going crazy. How did you find out aboutthis anyway? Did Stephanie call you?"Amy moved over to the kitchen table and sat down. I followed here andsat across..