Inside the building, they stopped before a large door. One wardress using a key opened this door as the two wardresses then ushered Jacinda into the B...ridewell whipping room.Jacindas final injection after her punishment administration of cunnilingus was now taking more effect.Jacnda saw that she was in a very large room that had been extensively modernized. Two the left of this room she could see al least 10 people, the usual type she was now used to old men middle aged women .However in one of. She smirked and smiled at what she saw, having only felt it before. It was attractive and sufficiently ample.She reached into her bag of toys and pulled out a pair of black leather handcuffs and turned toward him. His eyes widened. This is how it must be, she said. He understood and nodded. He asked if all husbands are handcuffed by their wives on their wedding night? She smiled again at how delightfully innocent he was. No, probably not, but some are. You must be. He nodded again.With his arms. My wife had a girlfriend before I met her and I'm sure lots of people swing both ways I'll try to recall all my other adventure's and write them down here in the future. Sort of like Dav''s kinky chronicals. Feel free to use my material in any way you see fit. I just get off on knowing people are reading my work! I've been in so many places and situations that I have loads of material to draw from. Ok, it was 1998/99 and I was 22. I had gotten myself into a bad scrape with the law on account. It's only later that I find out she never knew his surname. He'd just been 'Jonathan'.There's something very likeable about him. He seems to have a very open, pleasant personality that makes it easy to be comfortable with him. He's definitely not what I was expecting, when I think about how Jenny fell into his hands.I tell him how much I like the work he's done on Jenny's back."Mmm," he says. "She is a good canvas."Now that sounds a bit strange to me. As if she is an object rather than a.