Bending over to reach her ankles shot pain straight to her nervous system and made her dizzier than she already was. She had to stop and rest between ...fforts taking up precious time. Time she didn't know if they even had to begin with. She had to stop and control her breathing, stop and fight the nausea that kept threatening to overwhelm her, stop and fight the grief.Michelle let her head rest on her knee, her arms covering her bruised face. She listened as Marley talked, chattered on and on.. Not only don't they get it they get pissed at me when I tell them that the reason that they don't understand is that they are self-centered when it comes to their spouses.They are invested in their own wishes and desires, not their partners. They have too much wrapped up into how their significant other will reflect upon them. How it makes them look. Their spouses rank second in their relationship to their own self-interests and if the marriage has kids their spouse may drop even further down. “God, you’re gorgeous!” Sammi said, then looked her Marta. “I mean, obviously. But this is an enormous turn-on!”Sammi looked at James. “Would you do this to me, sometime, Sir?”“Wait until you see the video before you ask that.”The next photo showed Marta with something protruding from her cunt, and something sticking out her ass. There were two or three more photos like this, then the video started. Marta was bound, but now was squirming as if tremendously excited.“She has a vibrator in her. “One day you’ll stop fighting me… Delaying the inevitable, it’s all you’re doing. No matter what you do, you’re mine. My little pet… my dirty little girl.” Your weight atop me already is bringing about a desperate struggle for breath, your deep baritone voice causing my knees to tremble, the tickle of your 5’o-clock shadow sending chills down my spine. I dig the heel of my boots into your hips and try to force you off me, a feeble attempt to gain some dominance- but painful.