" That's 'cause I'm a masoskist," Becky bubbled."Speaking of 'masoskists'," Kathy brightened, " how'd you and Billy like your evening at the Potters?"... It was real neat," the freckle-faced redhead perked. "Mrs. Potter wrote my name on my bootie with her riding crop," she turned around in the seat and raised her plaid skirt. "See it spells 'Becky'!" Cool! How about our 'dear' brother?" Oh, Mr. Potter really liked Billy. He even gave him a big butt plug to wear home!" I'd loved to have seen that,". ..cold water, cuntbeating, ass fucking, and hoods.I was told to wear a transparent blouse and short skirt. He took me to K-mart to pick out my own ass lubricant. In the aisle, he pushed me down to my knees and slapped me hard and pinched my tits. I cried out silently. This always happen when we go out. On the way home he pinched, squeezed my tits and beat them as he was driving. He has a thing for my tits even though they are small. He frequently abuses them, making sure they are always. I’m still trying to guess where his accent is from: New Zealand, South Africa, maybe. “Suppa’s ready.”I hate leaving the deck of the boat, afraid I’ll miss a sighting. It’s dark enough now, however, that my eyes are straining anyway, the new moon no extra help.Heading below deck to the main cabin, I follow Nico with Hansen right behind me. Of the two tables in the small, humid room, one sits Elizabeth and Edgar, Nico’s camera assistant, the other Hansen’s crew.“So, you think we’ll see one. Colin couldn't wait to go, mostly because he was more than just a little concerned for his girlfriend, but also because his patience for Brianna Halton had been stretched to its limit.Colin was helped into a wheelchair, then taken to where BethAnn lay in her ward bed. What they found when he was wheeled into BethAnn's room was a little more than he was ready to see. The woman lay on her back in a cast that covered continuously from below her knee up to her shoulder, then went down her right.