.Then arrogance; I offered the unseen captors behind that door money, mywealth, my future earnings - anything!When I slept I dreamt of tumbling Range ...Rovers and woke to a floralbundle by the door and another post-it note. 'When you put the dress onyou can leave.'Like I was going to put on a flowery fat girl's dress! I told them too,if they were listening, told them what they could do with their dress. Itried to rip it up, but I was tired having had nothing to eat or drinkfor ages and couldn't. But after a while, he suddenly turned wild.His grips on her tits tightened a bit and his thrusts became more frequent.“Aaah…shit… oh fuck…fuck… God!” Hasna moaned and screamed as Rohan kept fucking her so fast that if she tried to count, she would have lost count in less than a minute.Later, still fucking her, Rohan left her tits. But soon enough, he held her neck in his left hand.Hasna clung onto his left wrist with both his hands, gagging and as she did so, Rohan started slapping her tits. ”She said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”But as she slipped a second finger inside of me asked, “Like what? What did he make you do?”“Carol, I don’t know if you can handle that. Let’s talk about something else, like how nice your fingers feel inside of me.”“I want to know. After all the things you’ve admitted to, I can’t imagine what could be so awful that you’re so embarrassed you have to leave it out.”I tried to think of some nice way to put her off but she firmly demanded, “Tell me,. Although the stick landed with a painful ‘THWACK!’ the stroke would only travel some two or three feet to it’s target. The victim would gasp and jerk forward at each impact; she might flex her knees a little and after it was over all but the most stoical (in which category I most definitely don’t place myself!) would have voiced some sort of protest or usually would have been in tears. With this thrashing the strokes were given at about five seconds intervals and were given from shoulder height.