What was she going to do now?”She must have fallen asleep crying, because when she awoke her pillow was wet. Nevertheless, she had the words of a po...m running through her mind. Sometime words came to her just like that. She has learned that if she did not write then down, that very minute, she would not remember them in the morning. She went over to the computer and typed out the following poem. She then emailed it to Douglas. She knew he too was troubled and maybe this would calm some of his. I want to give you a cuddle and kiss so I start to sit up and find I can’t, I panic a little and you comfort me and whisper in my ear, “now baby this is for being such a cock tease my little cock tease”. I pull at my hands and find that they are tied to the bed, I can’t move, you then grab a tie or something I can’t quite make out what it is and you cover my eyes and tie it up so I can’t see. You start off by kissing me deep and sweetly, and I think to myself this normal, but as soon as I. "What the hell did you say to Jean the other day; she was still crying the next morning?" was the way she opened our conversation."Ah," I had to think back, "she kept apologizing to me; I told her she should apologize to Irv's wife and kids."Bel kind of reared back; she was just about to say something when the barmaid interrupted us. She ordered a white wine and waited for the girl to leave before tearing into me again."Damn it, Dalton, I know she screwed up ... big time, but she is very. Then you left the New House of Joy without permission; for that you will have twelve more strokes. After that you let a customer fuck you for free; that should be six strokes per customer, which would be twenty-four because there were four of them and you agreed to let them all have you, but I'll only give you one set of six." But, but I didn't give them a free fuck; they forced me. It was practically kidnap and rape," protested Jacqui, "They would have killed me. They nearly did."Martha's only.