By the end of the day I had gone from barely able to move to completely unable to move. Fresh wounds dripping blood on the straw of my cage, a bowl of...dog food my only meal.Sunday was just as bad if not worse. Pain became my whole world.I got a breather when Monday came around as Sandra was obviously at school. I began to wonder how long I had though, at this rate I was sure I would be dead pretty soon. If Sandra and her uncle didn't directly kill me then I was sure the wounds they had. I watched Susan unpack her suitcases and was surprised to see that one suitcase was crammed full of exotic French undies and some sex toys of different colors and ingenious design created to enhance sexual experience and in some cases bring pleasure from pain if on was so inclined. I had never seen that side of Susan before and I wondered exactly what lessons the ex-major had been teaching her in the nocturnal hours.We all left our cars inside the garage and took a mini-bus to the pier to board. We decided to go to the Black Angus steak house. Michelle and I had eaten there not long ago, their food is really good and they have quiet semi-private booths where you can visit in private without a lot of overriding noise. Michelle changed into something a little more appropriate for a nice family restaurant. When we arrived, the hostess seated us and shortly took our orders. While we were waiting for our food, I couldn’t help but ask, “Mike, you started telling about some of yours and. She stood up, allowing her dress to fall down into place and then motioned me back onto the sofa. I sat on the edge of the cushion, leaning back into the sofa, just staring up at this beautiful woman right in front of me. She knelt over me, straddling my lap and then wrapped her arms around my neck. She began slowly pulling my face towards her, stopping only when she had buried my face between her breasts. As I started nibbling around her breasts I realized there was only a flimsy dress.