I am going to **** your holes so hard you’re not going to be able to walk for a fucking week,” he added. The shock and fear in her eyes made him...pump his cock harder and deeper down her throat. Tears were pouring freely from her eyes, and she was whimpering feebly as he thoroughly ****d her throat. When he saw the awareness beginning to fade in her eyes, he pulled his cock all the way out to allow her some breath.“Please... please.. no more...” she gasped, and he slapped her hard enough to. Her head was spinning through lunch. She knew she was overthinking everything, wondering what to wear, wondering and worrying about what was going to happen. Every few minutes she would tell herself that this was exactly why she needed this (not quite letting her internal self name what it was), and then the internal dialog would spin around and start right back up. All the while, she poked at the leftover pasta she had warmed up, not really eating very much of it.Before too long, she glanced. The 22-year old woman’s legs were secured by similar leather manacles, bolted directly into the wooden dais on which she was standing. The net effect of this was that Mary was standing in a spread-eagle position, hands above her head and legs apart, incapable of any movement beyond squirming.She had been standing like that for over two hours. The room was warm, so she wasn’t cold, but her legs were tired and her arms had long since lost all feeling from being extended over her head for so long.. " Bert was one of those that seem to work their way in and out of bars with women drooling over them. Looked damned good in jeans. Could dance. Liked to dance. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Looked so damned good with a day's worth of stubble."I stared straight ahead, driving."He couldn't hold a job. Or a conversation. I thought I could fix that. We broke up EIGHT times, Chuck! EIGHT freakin' times! What's the saying? 'Doing the same thing time after time expecting different results?" Albert Einstein,.