"From being taken!" Whip. "From being tortured!" Whip. "From being you!" Whip."Urgh!" Tracy grunts in genuine anger. She hates the Hole."Ah!" The Hole... grunts in pain. She's never been penetrated."SHE'S! THE REASON! YOU'RE! HERE!" A whip punctuates each word.Tracy screams in rage and frustration. She plows her hips into the Hole, tearing through her hymen. As the Hole gasps in this new pain and humiliation, Tracy gasps in pain from her legs hitting the stone table. I keep her focus on the. There are so many clichés that float through my brain when I write and I repel them because my life is not about clichés. Also, it isn’t about car or bike. Salt or pepper. Window or aisle. It is about the people and experiences you have in life that matter. So, in closing this small prolog, which I hope leads to more chapters, my life goes on and I am a winner. I believe in full circle power and magic. My new friend contributed a sugar sweet hot space in my forever expanding circle of. I invited her to stay with us to save money and be more safe. My roommate jaw was on the floor when he mets her that Friday, her curvy busty body blew his mind, specially the triple D melons that got his saliva running. After few chit chat, She went to get fresh up to go dinner with us." Wow man, your mom is milf! Size of those melons? " " hehe, 36DDD I think " As mom walked back out to us, she had a long Jean skirt down to her knees, Jean shirt with long sleeves on and tennis shoes. The shirt. It’s beautiful to see them come that way, and come in earnest they do ... given a taste of what it’s like to hang, bound, gagged, and helpless. Back home we ladies have several males, businessmen in daily lives, who’re owned in private ... they love to face a mock trial by dominant women, led in naked and penitent before female judge and jury, their crimes no more than Lumsden’s here, submissive to the point of lusting to be extinguished by womanhood. They cannot deny their guilt of course, and.