And I'm forced to call the cops saying you made a move against me." Are you fucking insane? You called my wife a bitch. Do you think I'm going to let ... Neanderthal like you insult my wife? Call the cops, let them come sort it out, you fucking arsehole."Jo could see the security guy started to get pissed off with James and was afraid he would hit him, and she didn't want that. She was beginning to feel a little guilty about the whole night. Especially after James's little speech of how he. By morning I have learned that Mistress and her friends truly intend to use me as a most extreme torture slave and I am soaked with my own tears of despair after a sleepless night Chapter 3. Master Peter’s Estate My training at the dungeon of mistress Kirsty has continued for a number of days. My rations of rice and water barely satisfied my hunger, and any small transgressions while servicing the needs of Mistress and any guests she entertained were met with severe punishment.My worst fears. While his hands explored her, his lips moved to her straining nipples. Joanne groaned, arching her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth. ‘Uhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Larry!!! Larry!!!!’ she mewled. Her body strained and twisted as his hands slid over it. Larry was determined to take his time making love. Keeping his touch as light as he could, he explored her fine form, bringing impassioned cries from Joanne as he roused her. He teased her vagina with his fingers and gasps of ecstasy. "I had hoped that our first time together would have been under more... pleasurable conditions." She whispered into his ear again. He felt something being wrapped around his scrotum, very tightly. He moaned into the gag as weights were added, pulling his testicles down and making his erection stand out. Something gripped his shaft and jerked it harshly, repeatedly. He tried to pull away from the painful friction, but the chains held him firmly. He shook his head as the pain and pleasure of it.