“You don’t seem to be the type to hurt women.”I shuddered. “‘Good boys don’t hurt girls.’”She pulled her head away from her hands. Her...eyes went straight to mine. I locked my look into her gaze.“Sherry said I should ask you about a scar.”If I had thought about it, I wouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t think about it; I did it.I stood up and held my hand out for her to take it. She reached up, and we grasped each other. I pulled her up.Holding onto her hand, I lead her to the restrooms. Again, I. I like it but it hurts a little still. Just fuck my ass slowly for a bit." She could feel her whole abdomen begin to warm to the pressure, and her anus was beginning to tingle more pleasantly. She let her grip on him loosen and she started to meet his thrusts with her own. He was slipping his cock all the way in and almost all the way out now, and she could feel another, but different orgasm building. "Ooo, girl, that is sooo nice. Such a beautifully willing body you have, and so nice of. I recognized her as one of the waitresses who served us at the restaurant and called Bipasha, if I remember right, the one who I noticed wasn’t wearing a bra and panties under her silky semitransparent traditional clothes. She seemed to know Debra and said hello introduced herself again as Bipasha. Debra set a chair for her, to join us at the table for some chit chat.Seems Debra had forgotten her sunglasses at the restaurant and since she had met Debra before, she knew where she lived and came. Out of nowhere she kicked me in the nuts. Although she didn’t kick very hard it hurts, so I scale down in pain. Slaves don’t walk, they crawl, she said in a sinister voice. You are going to be punished for that mistake shithead! Follow me. I crawled behind her to the coal shed and to my surprise there were ropes, handcuffs, whips and a lot of other things ready to use on me. Apparently she did some shopping. She started to tie my ankles and just above my knees. Damned she was good in tying.