I suppose you never cry.”“Seeing you lying there, I almost cried, myself. Then I realized that I should help rather than collapse. This was close,...and it could be made warm.”“It is very warm. And am I wearing your clothes?” She felt as though she were. She felt that the dressing gown was Lord George enfolding her in his own warmth.“My dressing gown. One of my shirts. You were soaked in freezing water and horse droppings from the skin out.”He suddenly had a vision of her in her skin. It aroused. I'd never breached the subject of the latest fetish to catch my eye. She'd responded favorably the first time I spanked her. She'd struggled then, too, but I prevailed and she came before my hand wore out. Now she asks me to 'wear her out' regularly."What? You can't be serious!" But I was and she finally allowed me to lead her to the tub, rather than the toilet. I stepped into the tub and held her hand while she joined me. She giggled a little bit as I got on my back and pulled her left leg. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as the pain and my screams intensify. Then sudden release and once again I slump back, my body bathed in sweat, my breath coming in shuddering gasps, my tits are on fire.I hear the rattle of metal – a chain. A tinny, pathetic jingle; the herald of fresh torment. He dangles the chain by my ear making sure that I am aware of it. He drags it along the side of my body, up over my waist and stomach and then lays it across my rib-cage. A finger and thumb pull on my. Her face was wet and slippery with the juices of the other girl's passion and she thrust her tongue into a mouth that was totally different than the lower entry she had just explored."Mmmmm... God, you know I did," Julie sighed as she used her own tongue to push Sherry's from her mouth. "But what about you?" You just wait here. I'm going to get us cokes... and add a bit of Don's rum to them. Then you can make me happy." Sherry rose from the bed and paused. "But you could make me really happy if.