I grunted and gasped, writhing as I wobbled on the heels holding thecorner bed post. "I...I ca...can't stand it M...Madge!? It's t..toomuch!" I gasp...ed in panic. "You better get used to it princess!" she saidsternly, "we're just getting started!" She assured with a satisfied tonein her voice. I felt faint when she yanked the final pull of the lacesand felt her tie them off at the back in a tight double knot!A white, lace trimmed nylon full slip came next. She then sat me down ather vanity. “Take it all. Uh. Uh. Fuck! You’re going to remember this fuck! You aren’t going to walk right ever again!” He kept slamming into me. I moaned again, then heard him “You’re fucking liking this?” I merely moaned in response. He pulled out abruptly and spun me around to face him, then slapped me across the face again. He grabbed my hair hard, causing me to shriek as he forced me to my knees. “Open!” he barked as he thrust his cock toward my face. I kept my mouth closed. With his free hand he. Again she stressed me that I have sick behavior when I try to look at her naked all the time I have the occasion. I looked at her with a puzzled face because she wasn’t angry at all despite the severe thing she was telling me. Than she told me that now I was surely have my “problem” and that we had plenty of time to pass in the car and she didn’t want me to be stressed by her presence. I was standing in front of her near the table and suddenly she ordered me to lower my trousers. I was both. ” he smiled. I raised an eyebrow. “The whole point of whisky, to my mind, is the taste. If you chill it with ice it’s a nonsense. You might as well drink cheap vodka. Or moonshine.”I nodded. “I see what you mean. I don’t have any refrigerator in my boat, so I either have a drink no cooler than the water in the bilge, or a hot drink. I suppose I’m used to room-temperature drinks.”“Yes – Dulcie said you live in a boat. Would you like to tell me about that?” Telling my story took perhaps half an.