I have always hated woman beaters. If you can’t live with them, then get the hell out of the situation. There is no reason to beat on that little wo...man. Suddenly, I find myself doing what I said I would never do, and that is to feel remorse for my target.And there is another thing. From what I can determine, this Matthews has connections, not just with the army, but with the FBI. Do I really want that bunch of hoodlums aware of me? They play by their own rules, and I’ve heard that if they want. Judging yourself by what you think society as a whole will think about what you’re doing is not a worthwhile exercise in any endeavor, especially when you’ve purposely chosen to hang out with a fringe group that you know has different moral standards and believes in situational ethics.”Carol thought about my reply. “Well said.” She smiled. I hadn’t thought my remark that profound, but she liked it.I teased, “If you dare, you’re welcome to come with us in two weeks. There are often new people. I just got fucking horny to hear his intentions. Ross had the key of the guesthouse, he opened the main door and we got in. It was dark and Ross guided me to the bedroom, we turned on the night lamps, and pulled down all the curtains. Now we were standing in front of each other in the bedroom near the bed. Ross started taking off his clothes, I also took off my nightdress and bit my lips looking at his semi hard cock. I ran to him and jumped on him. We kissed and Ross took me to the bed. We. Second, the slack that she’d had in her arms, was being taken up as the top raised her to a sitting position, her wrist cuffs were still affixed to the metal rings in the side of the stationary table base. Her wrists were effectively being pulled further down andbehind her. Peter had used her arms as a gauge. Only when he felt that her arms were stretched to their maximum, he stopped cranking the table. Once finished, he removed the crank from the table, returning it to the cabinet in the.