At least she had a full tank of gas. She had heard horror stories of what a woman had to do to get gas on the Atlantic City Expressway after losing al...l her money at the casinos. The chill of fear raced through her once again. All her money! The young bride didn’t dare use her credit cards to recoup her losses. She had sworn to her husband that she would never gamble again. How could this happen? Her system had been foolproof. Still, the cards had taken every penny she had brought with her! Why. She pushed it open to see Marko’s hand came down on Lena’s ass again, eliciting another shuddering gasp. She was kneeling on all fours on the bed, dress hiked around her waist. Marko was shirtless, and his muscles bunched under the skin as he hit her once more. Lena’s perfect buttocks were already a mass of redness.Gemma felt her cunt slicken and her heart threw itself against the walls of her chest like a caged animal. She thought about the time Rob found her search history, all welts and. This would pull my ankles way back over my head to the head board and make most of the main unit balance over my pussy. Next I was to fasten one cuff around my wrist, also at the headboard. With only two steps left I called my master.?Hello slave??hello sir??have you done as instructed???yes sir, I’m strapped up and only have the last two steps remaining??good my dear, this will be a very intense session for you and I’m sure you will never feel anything like this again. Before you start this. Robert is playing one his mind games with you,” Betty said as she crawled forward slowly and wiggled her ass.“What is the point of the game?” Karen said as she followed her sister and let her lead her to the bedroom door.“It is hard to say with Master Robert. He is a Chess Master. He is always thinking several moves ahead. Just call him Master Robert or Sir for the entire session. Don’t freak out or show signs of weakness. He probably wants to see if he can freak you out. If he can’t, then he.