“How so?” “Apart from being a demanding ass and no good in bed, he cannot accept me the way I am, cannot accept my career, doesn’t respect me�...�.” she trailed off. “Ah,” I said. Sally could be difficult to live with. Heaven knows I had first-hand experience of it! But as a teenager, she was no worse than any other. She was driven and focused on whatever it was she was into at the time. “Perhaps…” “The only way he can make me scream, Dad, is to annoy the crap out of me!” she interrupted. “Do I. Ilene Curtis,Manager. "And, you are?" I'm Miss Benton," Henry responded with mental agility. She had alreadyprepared herself for the probable question. "Linda Benton." Well, Miss Benton, I assure you, I can help you find whatever you mayneed." Oh, great!" Henry gushed. "That will make all this a whole lot easier." May I ask what you mean by 'all this'?" Mrs. Curtis inquired."You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Henry laughed. "Let'sjust say that I am in the middle of a big change. She spread her legs as wide as she could and tried to ‘walk’ her knees up the table so that the little knots on the end of each leather strip could also strike against her anus. She wasn’t quite able to stretch that far, but now, at least, the damned knots were getting inside her cunt lips and also slashing against her clit as the electric saw motor slowly spun the leather strands around.After a few seconds of that she cried out with another orgasm, then collapsed back against the wall, out of. I had offered to start taking tickets at 4 pm when we open up the gates to allow racer and spectators in. The track entrance off the highway was over the hill and you could not see the track from there. Plan was once the races started about 6:30 one of the other guys would reweave me. Then I would go over help doing what ever was needed. Like always the first hr or so things were slow then as rider and spectators show time started flying by. Was about 5:30 saw a fimular looking truck lumber in.