In a flash you were on top of me again kissing, and probing with your fingers. I don't know where you materialized it from, but you have a bottle of s...me kind of lube in your hand. You put some on your fingers, and slowly start to open me up. You know it's going to take some effort and care since all I've done is play with some toys, and none as big as what you plan on impaling me with. My ass is starting to relax a bit now slowly but you keep working first one finger, then two as you keep. Once my wrists were secure, he bent down to cuff my ankles to the legs of the bench. The chains which attached the cuffs to the bench were short, allowing little movement. I let my head fall so that I was looking at the ground. Paul walked over to one of the cupboards behind me. I couldn't see what he was doing but knew what he was getting. He walked over to me and placed the paddle he had gotten out of the cupboard on my bare lower back. My shirt had ridden up so it only covered my breasts and. ? ?Why not?? ?Because I like what you are doing.? ?Aaaaaand?? ?Because I like being your slave.? God, I loved this girl! The play of emotions across her pretty face as she humiliated herself for me even as I fondled her clit and forced my finger up her cunt! ?Well, now that we?ve got that out of the way, why don?t we get to the torture part, hmmmm?? The fearful flinch when I told her was delightful! Softly and tearfully with a. . until the head man saw the scar. Just one item out of several and out of sense of "better safe than sorry", Roger's execution was submitted for approval.While this was going on, Roger was engaged casually and asked about that scar.He knew instinctively that someone close had given him up, but he quickly claimed to have gotten it from some hooker on the beach, recently.Getting him near the water made things easier, so he was maneuvered there. Roger sensed the trap and needed witnesses, or.