"Even with your ass! If you come here without my drink I'll kill you! Do you understand me Dorothy? I WILL KILL YOU!" she yelled to her child.Dorothy ...as walking towards the pub as she held her painful cheek. She quickly dried her tears with her gloves; she was already cold enough as she was. Getting into the pub, she smelled the horrible stench of an alcohol that greeted her. She hated them. She hated them all. "Hey miss, aren't you little too young to drink?" the bartender laughed as he. I finished up before noon and then went over to see my grandfather. We visited together for an hour or so, and then I went out and took care of a couple things I needed to do. I spent the night on my grandfather's couch and drove home early the next afternoon. Billy was so excited about all the orders my father had brought in that he was worried he'd run out of wood before he could fill them all. I told him that we wouldn't have to worry about that for quite some time because we could afford to. Without any further ado, he turns me to face the bed and presses me forcefully face down telling me again to stop talking. He gathers my hands behind my back and puts the restraints on my wrists and then repeasts the process with my ankles. He then takes the leash and ties the two together and trusses me up with my back arched and my wrists pulled towards my bent knees. He spanks me a couple times to warm my ass up. I love it. I forgot to mention that along with my toys laid out I also. ”Kim asked Fred a few questions which it seemed he answered to her satisfaction.The coffee was finished and it looked like Kim was starting to leave when Fred said, “I have enjoyed talking with you. I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me.”As Fred was looking at Kim he saw a change in her facial expression as she said looking at him in a very serious voice and said, “Are you hitting on me?”There wasn’t a smile on her face as she said that and it looked to him that she was.