Teresa cleaned up my hand and stitched it closed. She said she was used to doing it because Sonny was always tearing something up. As I began to rewir... the fence that day, I cut myself, not as bad as before but it was pretty deep. I slammed my hand into what was left of the snow, packed some mud onto it and used some duct tape to seal it closed. Teresa smiled at me as I returned. She stitched it closed and laughed the whole time, shaking her head. I think that was the day that I knew this was. I was turning him on. He dragged me to the loo. The tiny toilet smelled of an expensive perfume. He pushed me against the wall and brought his lips close to mine. Our lips touched and it was bliss. My fantasy was coming true. My tongue entered his mouth and met his. We kissed for around fifteen minutes straight. Then his hand motioned towards my crotch and he started to unbutton my pants. My own hands were all over his body. I took off his shirt and sucked his nipples. His abs were hot! I. The old scars and the newer cuts, yet to completely heal; raised welts on the skin. My head spinning, the tears spilling down my cheeks, I cut crossways, clean and methodical, a perfect 90? angle. Again. Again.I lie back and watch the blood mingle with the water.***And that was my day; a Thursday. Only one more day to go until the weekend, and two days of freedom.***So who am I? What am I? And why?I'm just getting to grips with these questions myself, but I suppose I have to come clean. I asked if she was sure and she repeated. I gave her 5 whacks on her ass, she screamed. Then I did 3 slaps to each of her breasts. She creid out for the final punishment on her pussy. 4 times, she wanted 5. She then begged to be fucked. I finally dove in. She moaned as I got between her legs and started thrusting into her swollen and very red pussy. Small bruises dotted her breasts and she wanted me to squeeze and fondle them. Karen started to gasp and squirt then she made the oddest.