How he would try to paint me as a monster. A sadist. “Yes.”He turned on a slide projector. An image of rope appeared. It was marked as Exhibit C-1...3. It had already been entered into evidence during the prosecution's case. “Have you ever tied up Leann Samuels with this rope.”“I have,” I said with confidence.He clicked the button on the slide projector. It whirled and an image of another coil of rope, this one made of rough hemp. The fibers were the type that would irritate and rasp the skin.. Then his client started pressuring him. It appears more people found out they were being photographed without their knowledge. Word started to spread. People were mad. They wanted a class action suit. The comments they read under their photos were degrading. The train ride started to change. People now looked around at fellow passengers with contempt and trepidation. Jeremy was beginning to worry about Sophia getting hurt if she was discovered. It didn’t take long to happen. Someone grabbed her. Couldn't hurt I thought so I said yeah. I went inside with him to get it. When i bent over to get the beers out I felt something brush against my ass. I thought that he just backed into me. When I looked down I noticed that his toes were pointing the same direction as mine. I stood there for a moment to see what would happen. I then felt one of his big hands on the small of my back. I rose up with the beers and asked what was going on. Too which he replied sorry if you don't like it...my wife. . one step at a time... carefully conditioning him...After a few minutes... as programmed... he was allowed to drink... he had to bend over almost to waist level... she was delighted at the sight... him bound in rubber and steel... chrome covered arms in front of him... appearing if he was lovingly caressing the drinking spout as he slowly eased the tube down his throat... his head moving slowly back and forth over it... until he stopped moving... the liquid splashing down his throat into.