I have a dark brown hair it short and really thick. I have hazel eyes. And a slight tan. I'm 6'2 and pretty buff typical for a farmer my dad died when...I was young so I did most of the work around my place. After looking myself over I decided to get dressed. I grabbed some jeans and a brown plaid shirt. That buttoned up I got dressed and put on my belt with the gold buckle. I place my cowboy hat upside down beside the couch and sat down waiting. All of the sudden I hear a knocking at the door I. Before she can regain composure he swings the cane down, smacking the back of her thighs over and over. She cries out, gagging slightly on the ball gag, tears falling, spilling down through the blindfold. She tenses, he stops, running a soothing hand along her red ass and thighs.?Calm, pet?Let it wash over you, the more you tense the harder it is?Let it go, it’s only me here, trust me, submit to me my darling.? She relaxes as his hand strokes lovingly at her thighs, she whimpers, wanting them. A fork lift pulled off crates. Megyn waited in apprehension. A black drop cloth was thrown over her crate and the crate was lifted, Megyncould not see what was happening, where she was. Megyn heard voices as the crate was set down. Shouting, laughing, the crate was rocked backand forth. No No, now what. There were dogs barking. The barking got louder and louder. The cloth was pulled off and Megyn could see the crate was surrounded by a half dozen men.Dogs barking, men shouting, the crate. I was christened Robert James Watson and Ginny was christened Virginia Ann Watson. She has always been called Ginny by our parents, while I started out as Jimmy. Neither set of parents had ever called me Robert or Bob. When I got to the third grade, I thought Jimmy was too babyish and insisted on being called Jim.All of this led to a problem when I got to the fourth grade. We had a new teacher, who didn't know any of us. On checking attendance the first day, she called out 'Robert Watson'. No.