He's worked through a lot of the issues, and he seems to be coming out of it okay. I think he needs to get laid," she giggled, only half joking."I'll ...volunteer," Betty responded brightly."Of course you would, you slut! But volunteer or not, if I want it, you'll do it," Sarah said with a chuckle.Betty didn't chuckle. "Yes, I will," she said seriously."Are you sure that everything is OK?" Sarah asked."Um," Betty started."You are not going to begin hiding things from me, are you?" Sarah demanded.. Again. I had deserved it. I had been useless, tardy, unreliable. Everyday I had fought with my every day life and my need to serve MD. I had spent sometime back in my normal life. I knew that wasn't lasting as I signed up to a fetish site and created a profile. I spent a day whoring myself out to women, men, anyone that would entertain me, but I had not luck. A week later, still it was being proven what a worthless whore I was, still no interest. Finally I found a Dom/Domme in the UK.. Her tiny little frame is sitting on one of our backless bar stools, stark naked and restrained.It seems she’s been waiting for me to get home for a while. This is just an amazing site to behold. She has her ankles handcuffed to the legs of the stool. She is bent over so that her stomach is against the tops of her thighs, and her wrists are handcuffed to the legs of the stool as well. This eliminates the possibility of her sitting up. She really isn’t sitting on the stool. Her ass is hanging off. He'd had only three bullets left by the time Jack showed up.It took three hours to get to the ranch, and Bill's uncle, Sam Akers, refused to hear of Jack not staying the night. Helen Akers, Sam's wife, put Bill to bed and had him dosed with laudanum to get the pain under control so that he could sleep.The next morning, Jack and Sam took another horse and went to the scene of Bill's accident to salvage his stuff that had to be left the day before. This took most of the day, so Jack stayed at the.