. James... pleaseeeee... don't... make... me... wait... any... long... er" she panted. She was so beautiful lying there, I stepped out of my shoes and... my trousers, stripped off my socks, and stepped between her legs. "God she was sexy." My cock was hurting with need for release. I took one more look at her wide-open legs, and the stretched stocking tops, everything framed for my visual and tactile pleasure, and moved onto her."Pleaseeee... James..." She reached between us and guided my cock to. I placd the car magazine on top of it in a way that I would be able to tell if somebody had looked at it.And sure enough, the very next day I could see the position of the magazine had changed. Anne had found and looked at it.I often watched TV in her living room when she was not home. So I went down, turned on the TV, and rifled through her magazine rack. There it was hidden in a copy of Vogue Magazine, "Playgirl: Campus Hunks". The magazine was full of pictorials of young men with fit. It was almost like self mutilation. As if each pass of the knife across my thigh could somehow drown the earlier hurt. Somewhere between my third and fifth observation, Wolf told me that he would spank me if I didn’t stop. I either didn’t believe him, or was too distraught to care, I can’t remember which, but I know I couldn’t seem to stop making ugly comments, hurting myself and Wolf both. I barely noticed when he steered me towards the beach boardwalk. The crowds were much thinner here, but. ." On three, you pull the remainder of the needle through, causing me a new wave of pain. You suck in air through your teeth as you press a pad of gauze to my breast to stop the bleeding, "I know baby I know. But it's over. The worst is over."I take a deep breath in and nod again, "yeah.." "Here," you start tugging on the buckles that are securing the cuff to my right hand, eventually freeing it and placing it over the gauze. "Hold this for me." You step away to throw on your sweat pants and.