She loved the pain it caused me and that I was so dedicated to her that I was doing something I didn’t like to please her. Soon she introduced me to... her strap on. She was very delicate in the beginning, but soon moved on to pile driving me. She loved it. Loved whispering in my ear as she did it. “You are such a slut. This is bigger than I have ever had in my pussy. Such a good whore you are. Imagine how a real dick would feel”. One day she told me to dress up nice. Suit and tie nice. She was. The man turned to her and motioned her to a wooden X cross. She went to the cross assuming the position of the cross and the man stepped behind her and lashed her to the cross. He took each limb and lashed it to the cross dragging his hands across her taunt body to the next limb. Once lashed to the cross he released a latch on the base of the cross and turned the cross like a clock so she was upside down. Her body clung to the cross in the x shape, her legs slightly apart and as she hung. This fellow was big, rich, powerful, a native,while we were foreign, small, and poor.His hand was so big that he could hold my bottom like atwo balls in the palm of his hands. He silently strokedand squeezed me, and slowly I felt one of his bigfingers venturing deeper.I shivered in fear when he put his penis against mybehind, pushing it between my thighs. He reached overmy hip, and pulling up my nightshirt away, then slidhis hand into my underwear and started playing with mywispy pubic hair.I. ’ She laughed, ‘My dad cursed it because it ran so erratically, so it sat in the garage most of the time. Mom would get it out and clean it up once a month.’ As we walked out to the curb she said, ‘My name is Nancy Clark, by the way.’ ‘Jack Foley,’ I responded and shook her hand. ‘I live around the corner.’ It was a dusty white 1959 Chevy convertible that sat at the curb in my neighborhood with a ‘For Sale’ sign on it. I hadn’t seen it before and it attracted my attention with its styling. The.