‘How can I ever repay you?’ he said sincerely. ‘I’m sure I will think of something,’ she replied, and gave him an innocent smile. It was get...ting late, so Mabel said she had better go home as she was tired. John jumped up and asked Sam if he could drive her home. Sam looked at his son’s eager face and said ‘ Why not, it is late and Mabel is tired.’ John rushed out of the door and was in the car, before the rest of them got out the door. Sam courteously opened the car door for Mabel, and helped. ? And in one quick motion he pushed down withhis boot and I felt my belly cave in.? Atthat moment he also told one of the others to tighten the wheel on the bellyrestraint and the other one to stretch the arm restraints even more. As theytightened the restraints he started stomping on my belly and laughing.? I couldn't even think at this point, all Icould do was try to catch a tiny bit of air whenever possible. I felt my bellytrying hard to make itself move to take in air andevery time I tried. ‘By God, Tristan, what brings you here?? Surely this sort of thing isn’t your normal… pleasure.’ Tristan, Marquis de Loup Sanglant, chuckled quietly. ‘I have at last been brought, against my will mind you, to entertain the idea of marriage. I thought I would come to see what morsals England has to offer this season. I noticed that you brought in une belle cerise – how much is she?’ ‘She too is on the marriage block – offered by my brother Alexander. You have to actually wed that one to bed that. A little, hot just enough to make it bearable she began to wash. A big fluff of bubbles she made out of her long tresses, breasts bouncing with the messaging of her scalp. Rinsing that out and rubbing the magnolia-scented conditioner in. This she rubbed under her arms and on her pubic mound as well, the creamy consistency aiding in a sooth shave without heavy chemicals, like Nair, and leaving behind the scent she knew he loved. Carefully shaving with sure strokes, a little pressure to.