It was worse than the other night with Ted and his beer buddies. It was worse because Nathan was responsible for this.But then the strangest thing hap...ened. Despite everything, I felt myself becoming aroused. I was stepping back into my fantasy again. I was being used and abused and degraded. I was about to be gang raped again!I was getting incredibly turned on. I was thankful that they were so rough. They were so self involved that I was certain that they wouldn't notice. And I was glad. That. My son is a football player like his father and I was the popular woman every where I went. I had no clue why my son like this guy JJ. He was only 54, maybe 130, shit hair and shit eyes. He had three huge zits and a that barely grown in mustache that made him look like a creepy porn star from the 80s. I had no clue why my popular football son liked this creepy kid. As I recover and he lets go of my boob, we all work our way into the house. My son tells me his dad is to heavy to get up the. We beached the ship and made camp for the night just before the entrance to Loch Fyne, quickly getting some campfires burning. I rigged up a spit and began to roast some meat. Gabrain seemed to have decided to attach himself to me and he sat by my side as the meat cooked."My Lord, tell me again how your archers halted the Saxons?" He asked me.I retold the story of the battle at Hazelrigg and Gabrain showed his quick-witted intelligence by asking a number of insightful questions. He asked about. The drill warned me not to touch the bit when moving and to wear goggles and secure loose objects like ties and long hair. The saw warned... well you get the idea. I couldn't stand it and escaped as only a true TV can - I ran into the bedroom and got dressed.At least I tried to. I couldn't help myself; I had to see what those little tags on the clothes said. My bra warned me to wash in cold water and hand dry. My girdle warned me that prolonged squeezing of my abdomen could lead to faintness,.