He took out his finger and slammed his thing into my poor little bum, it made me scream I can tell you maam, it was like I was on fire inside, just as... he had with my mum he pushed that blessed thing all the way into me and began his jig, it went in a long way and I remember mother talking soothingly to me, saying I was a good girl, and that the pain would go away soon, and that father would not last long and would fill me soon, all I knew was it hurt me, and I was glad when his baby paste. So he took me upstairs and told me to take a long hot shower to relax. When I came out he was waiting for me, guided me to the bed and had me lie down. For 30 minutes he just massaged me all over...I was so relaxed by the end of it I think I was half asleep. At least until he pulled the towel away and starting kissing my back. I am not sure if you guys will understand this but there are some things, unique to each woman I suppose, that make us gush. Mine is a kiss on my back...and I got. It was too hard but my voice wasn’t coming out. I was on all four getting my spanks on each butt 10 -10.After the spanking, he brought ropes (It was very soft). I knew what I have to do now. He said, “Get ready bitch.” I did the same. Tied my self like I was doing whole week now with threads. But he made it tighter. He then clicked pictures of me. Placing me in different positions and having fun with my body.He then slid the rope aside and fucked me to the core, for more than an hour. I lost. “You really are a sociopath, aren’t you?” I say.“I’m not a sociopath,” Mitzi says. “I’m just organised.”Terry seems to fill the room, like dark expanding foam, without moving at all.“I’m terribly sorry about all this, Terry,” I say.“He likes being used,” Mitzi says. “And so do you.”I look at Terry and realise that like all good sociopaths Mitzi has the truth of it. Terry shrugs, coils the cables with the insouciant skill of someone who does that all the time and places the tight circles on.