I'd not rested quite enough before starting this little expedition and I'd already exhausted my willpower rather more quickly than I had originally ho...ped or intended. Now I needed a flood of effort, but my mental pail was almost empty. This was going to be extremely chancy.After giving up every bit of mental strength that I could muster, I at last seized basic control over his thoughts, but I had nothing left within me to make any necessary alterations afterwards ... and that from the very. I went inside and took a nice long hot shower, it was so relaxing and stimulating at the same time. I got dried off and whent and got on the internet. I looked at a number of the web sites again to finalize my plan for my husband’s new role starting tonight. I had brought several toys and props for tonight and got them all laid out. I dressed up in a very short skirt and top that showed off my ample fanny and tits suspender stockings and nothing else. I put on some bright red lipstick and some. Wendy pushes her weight back into Max, though he outweighs her easily, he pushes into her, causing her to slam back into the table. The whole table shifts a little as he wields back and thrusts back into her. With each thrust, the table makes contact with Wendy's hips, making her cry out. This pain isn't the kind she likes. “Stop, stop, stop. I'm too fucking short for this angle on this table, baby. I'm sorry.” Wendy gasps as she moves back up onto the table. She faces him now, a smile on her. When the Jin case ended, it ended quickly. And quietly. Their capture had been pedestrian in its ordinariness. Ignominious, really. No blazing shootouts like Buster had been hoping for. No standoff, no hostage negotiations, no heroics.Just two sickos, blinking in surprise into the glare of a flashlight, being led down the steps of a shabby motel. Jin wearing pajama bottoms, his mother a flannel nightgown. Handcuffed.Other than the battering ram, nothing very dramatic for such horrific crimes.In.