Now I take care of her masochistic needsand she's not allowed to smoke." Another showed her as a nineteen year oldhanging by her roped breasts from an...overhead beam with her ass red from anearlier paddling. The caption read: "This is how we celebrated my new dungeon.She was there like that for two hours before she begged me to let her down.I'm so proud." There were shots of her pregnancy. You might have thought he'd have stoppedgiving her grief or her taking it during this time but that was. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My jock and shorts were soaked; a small puddle had formed under me on the mall stone floor. The guard stepped back, his nose scrunched up in disgust. “All right, you come with me, son,” he ordered, taking my arm and pulling me towards the mall security offices.As I was escorted away by the guard,. ” When he left she looked at me. “Mr. Henderson your government would like to ask you for a favor.”Perplexed I replied, “A favor? What kind of a favor?” This didn’t sound good. “What could the government possibly need my help with?”“Mr. Henderson, it’s about your new neighbor.”“You mean Tony Monassario?”“Yes, his friends call him Big Tony.”“What is this? Some kind of joke?”“I wish it were Mr. Henderson, but your new neighbor is a member of organized crime.”“Organized crime? You mean like the. "Yes, Master Damius," she cried.The boys saw a slow grin cross his lips though he still wore the mask."Very good! Now, feel this!"He lashed her across the breasts, Sabrina trying to squelch the cry which escaped her lips. The housewife was thin and small boned, her slight body now appearing even more helpless as the lashes continued, again to her breasts, then to the buttocks and finally across her back and legs.Her cries were vocal now, but Damius cared not, for the house was so isolated there.