“Howdy, cowboy!” He said with the closed-mouth smile you tend to see from cowboys who chew tobacco and eschew dentists. “Going Rodeo-in’?” ...��Yes-siree,” I responded cheerfully, trying to assess this guy. Some thing told me that something wasn’t right. What was that thing? It was like when you walk into a room decorated early American and there sits an IKEA piece. He had the Tony Lama’s—snakeskin, very expensive. The cowboy cut jeans looked like they may have logged some hours in the saddle,. Your back feels raw from so many whippings, your tits and cunt are so bruised yet you are so aroused the pain just seems to make you more excited. The assault stops as suddenly as it began and one of the men who had bolted you to the gantry removes the weights, the chains and the mouth piece.The three men then stand in front of you facing the audience and rip of their one-piece satin suits, there are cheers from the men and gasps from the women in the audience. You can see from behind that the. That's it, just let me keep sliding it in and out, just a little faster, now a second finger. Come on, let it happen, you know you want to, just relax, that's it, I like it when you squeal, I'll just work a little faster, No one's ever done this to you before have they? I didn't think so, I bet this won't be the last time a bloke masturbates you will it. OK, now come down easy, I'll just slow down a little, and a little more, that's it. You certainly enjoyed that, now just turn around so I can. It was fourteen years ago and before we were married so like it or not it doesn't matter now. But why? I could understand your doing it when we were split up, but the day before what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of our lives? Why?" I don't really know, I just did it. We ran into each other at the mall and he invited me for a drink to celebrate the coming nuptials. One drink led to another and we got to talking and he told me that I was making a big mistake in getting married. He.