Later when his father was sent to Long Kesh, Danny wondered at the unfairness of it all. The poor man had done nothing to merit the punishment other t...han siring a suspect son. His mother died in a state of sadness when she learned of the demise of her husband in prison and it only made Danny more dedicated to the cause of Irish independence.That was the year when he was only eighteen years old and he first noticed that his left hand and arm were shaking at times when he certainly didn't want it. Despite his size, he slid easily in and out. Perhaps the lubricant from the dildo was still working, or more likely, the Mistress’ multiple orgasms had flooded her canal with more than enough natural lubrication.“No, no, no,” she was moaning. “Please don’t make me cum! Please don’t do this to me! Please don’t make me a slave.” The Portugese word for slave must be “submissa” because that is the word that Mistress Diago screamed out as she thrashed in her fifth orgasm. The ‘i’ is pronounced as. You're going to suffer tonight, since you couldn't let me sleep!? A kick rolls you onto your front, bound and bruised breasts pressed into the carpet to get a fresh scream. I chuckle, pressing a foot down on your back above your bound arms to grind you into the floor, crushing your bruises into the carpet and driving the air out of you. Leaning onto you, I watch with interest as your limbs thrash in the little space my ropes leave you, trying to struggle and relieve the pain. Now. She got this big grin and said that sounded good to her. So we worked out a little plan on how to do this.I went down and told John that she was thinking about it, but that she didn't think she looked good in the pictures. After a while, Lynn came in the room wearing the same conservative dress she'd had on when she came in. But she'd put on lipstick and eye shadow and had fixed her hair where it was pulled back.She looked really perplexed as she looked at John and told him it wasn't a matter.