He parted out my blouse and watched my 34 D bra encasing my breasts He started licking the breast from outside of my bra and with his left hand. He sl...wly pulled out the nada of my petticoat and slowly pushed my petticoat out of my legs and on the floor. He stroked my nipples with his fingers. Now and then he was pinching and making moan in ecstasy.He brought his both hands together and cupped his hands around my breasts and slowly feeling and pressing it there is no tomorrow. He now slowly. Rope, wrist and ankle cuffs, clothespins, nipple clamps, a couple of dildos, anal plug, wooden spoon, a plastic plumbing tool he likes using on my ass. There’s always a red candle lit. I never know what he is going to use or how. He has me lie down across the bed, face down. I’m wearing only a garter belt and thigh highs. Everything else has fallen away. He pulls my legs apart and ties each ankle to a leg of the bed. My pussy is wide open to his view. I can’t hide. I don’t want to. He moves. Unfortunately I didn't care, either. Could have been depression. Might have been drugs. I was oblivious to my surroundings most of the time.Harmony visited me every day—the high point of my dispensary stay."Hey, boyfriend," Harmony said as she held my hand and stroked my face."Hey, girlfriend," I parroted. "Thanks for visiting me."Harmony talked. Often she'd ask a question and I didn't have an answer. Yes, I was still pretty much a blank page. I guess that was my primary attraction as the. I go about 50 feet from the house and start digging a hole for the outhouse. If there is one thing I am bashful about, it is taking a dump. I dig a hole about eighteen inches both deep and wide.I cross the creek in search of deadfalls so I can make the outhouse. There are few in the four to six inch size. It take a while roaming about to get the sizes I need. First I build the frame and cover the outside with more wood, much like the chicken coop. Twine hinges and a dowel-and-stick lock.