“Ye fuckin bawbag! Tae fuck is wrong wit ye! Ye ... didnae have tae ... do that.”He tried to smile, and managed it for a second or two, before the...impacts of her tiny fists against his chest triggered the assortment of broken ribs to revolt against him. He swallowed down the pain as best he could, and let his head collapse against the floor.“You injured?”“I’m fine, awright? And ye?”“ ... not so fine.” He couldn’t find the resolve to dismiss his injuries, and more groans escaped him.He could. Relax babe… Jessica says as she begins putting her clothes on also. Lets just go to your house She says. We might get caught though… I say as I pull my shirt on. Dont worry about it Ok I say somewhat nervous. Jessica grabs a bag and stuffs some hand cuffs, a dildo, the strap on, a couple of ropes, a gag, some night clothes, some regular clothes, her phone, and its charger. She zips the bag up and then takes my hand. We stride across the lawn, ready to fuck again. I look in the driveway and. Interesting. Nights I was kept busy entertaining Jake. We didn't do things ridiculously out of the scope of what we had before - no whips or chains - but we did push the limits, with Jake ordering me around and me obeying. The quality was better and the quantity was greatly increased. It seemed that I was horny all the time, and Jake had more erections in him then I expected.Days were confusing. Amy and I still met each day, and we still discussed all the things that we always did; however. It was close to 6:00 in the evening when I pulled up to the Tawana Hotel on Thanon (Road) Surawong in the Bang Rak district of Bangkok. It is an older hotel, but has parking on the premises, and I had stayed there previously. After parking the vehicle, we entered the lobby to register. A problem immediately developed.“I need to see your passports to register you, sir,” the clerk told us, and I released control of Knyphausen sufficiently for him to get out his passport, while I produced my Thai.