..? I said, and she smiled as she punched me again in the balls. As I moaned she walked behind me and shut the door, then released my chains. I fell o...ver, clutching my aching balls, tears welled up in my eyes.?Honestly, American, I was hoping you wouldn’t answer me. It’s been too long for me since I got to interrogate someone who didn’t break immediately. It’s more interesting when they resist.? She grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it open, then pulled off the pants as well. She walked. As I peered out they peered in. Unfortunately, depending on your point of view, visitors on our veranda had a straight-shot view into the living room. Of course, I was as naked as the day I was born and swinging in the breeze, so to speak.In that instance, the straight-shot view took in Heather’s naked body, and behind her my legal wife and Kent in the missionary position where he was fucking her hard enough to create a tropical storm. Beyond and to the side of Mindy and Kent, Margo rode. After leaving to have dinner, we decided we fancied each other and got a room for the evening. For several months, we could not get enough of each other even though we were both ‘happily’ married. The sex was just too good. Eventually, we settled into a routine: the third Thursday afternoon of every month. While we loved each other, we were both comfortable with our respective spouses and families. We did not want to lose each other, but we weren’t willing to risk all that we already had. As I. The bow was the least interesting, most prosaic weapon in Mr. Glastonbury's inventory of weapons. There were swords, knives, maces, and a bunch of spiky things that Kennedy didn't know what they were. He took what looked like a miniature bow on a wooden stock out and handed it to her. "Carry that at your side, always pointed at the ground. The only time you will lift it is when I ask you to give it back. Do you understand, Miss Kennedy?" Mr. Glastonbury, I understand!"He then took one of the.