The wires connected to screws which protruded from the plate near the base of the support poles.Then Wayne stepped behind me with a large metal paddle... It had holes drilled in it like a punishment paddle, but it also had a wire leading from the handle back into the darkness. I don’t know if there was some sort of switch mechanism in the handle or the voltage was always on, but when he swatted my ass it hurt twice. First there was the intense pain of the paddle itself, and on top of that was. As I stared at them and smiled, she explained that her bra and panties were soaked so she had to put them in the bag with her other clothes. I said “so you’re not wearing anything under that little skirt either??” She blushed and said that she looked for some pants or shorts, but the short skirt was the only thing they had small enough to fit her petite waist. As a special treat for me on the day we left for vacation she had shaved her snatch completely bald, and I started to get excited. " Realizing soon after it was coming from her. It shocked her to realize that she wasn't trying to stop what was being done to her. This was the kind of things bad girls would do when these things happen. Good girls would say no and try to stop what was happening but she never wanted it to stop. She started to feel shameful because she began to think this may be Susan's boyfriend, and that she also had one of her own. Knowing she should say something to fix his mistake, she opened her mouth,. And yeah, I’ve met both.So fuck, I ended up walking up the hill back home this morning with a nice cigar in my hand, and got here around 9:30 AM. Like my dick wasn’t already sore- and my knee HURT! I got on here and just surfed some trash. I got into some trash talk with some buds- even a STUBBORN one (and you know who you are, fucker!).So about 11:30 AM, I’m starting to flag. Tired- and if I don’t get some shit done, I’ll pay for it later when John gets home. And I’m thinking I need a.