”“You’re sorry? I’ll tell you what, you’re a sorry sack of shit.”“I said I’m sorry; what else do you want?”“What else do I want?�...� he grinned evilly before continuing “I want your wife asshole!”“Well then, you can go to hell,” I replied defiantly.“Probably, probably,” I heard just before he punched me in the face. I felt stars and blood dripping from my nose. Gino tightened his grip around my neck while the other hoodlum kept up the pressure on my arm. I blinked my eyes to try to get them to. I did not know how much longer I could survive. I begged for u*********sness, but my body refused, forcing me to accept each painful act.He moved behind me, I could feel the massive weapon smashed against my beaten ass cheeks. It felt like a log. His hands curled around my inner thighs, pulling me back onto the threatening weapon. It felt even bigger then before, the whipping having stimulated him to greater proportions.“UUUHH! NNNNNNNNN! PPPLS!” I begged him, my eyes pleading but all I saw was. His first order to her was that she would never again wear bras or panties.Sabrina stripped off her shirt and white lacy bra. She stood before Trent topless and he liked her attributes. She only wore her spandex pants now. Her young supple breasts yearned for his touch. Her pinkish nipples grew erect and she licked her lips in anticipation. Trent sat on the bed and fondled her breasts.He was the first man to see and handle her teenage mounds. She cooed as he massaged her silky mammaries. He. She loved this teddy and that camisole...these shoes and that robe. She loved many items in the catalog, and wanted to see the next one. The second catalog contained all sorts of sex toys and BDSM gear. Dildos, butt plugs and nipple clamps were all colorfully illustrated. Leather restraints, ball gags and all types of whips filled page after page. After nearly thirty minutes had passed, she finally said she loved everything but couldn't make up her mind as to what she wanted to order.The.