Do you go to church?’ ‘What’s that got to do with it?’ ‘If I give you a chance, you got to pray. You need prayer, Scott. I mean it. Maybe th...t’s your problem.’ ‘Which church?’ ‘There are many stairways to heaven, Scott. You pick your own. Which I don’t care. Pick it and start climbing. You can get to the top of those stairs in life, Scott. I’m going to give you a chance.’ ‘I hope they’re not too steep.’ ‘Don’t be a shitty smart-ass with me. A little humility, Scott. Pray. I’m going to help. It would make sure that I could breathe but would blind mecompletely. In the front was written 'Property of Benny'. So he's calledBenny? I picked down the hood as well. He also had a slave collar of somemetal. I put it on and locked it. I put the key on a small table. Now Iwas really aroused. I took off my panties and put them on the table aswell. When I had put on the velcros, I made notice of where the startbutton was. Then the gag - then the hood.Now I had the choise. Would I have ther nerve. Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and only-to-be-admired-“salope” etiquette. For so long she had resorted to distractions in order to tunnel. Jodie knelt between my feet and connected a spreader bar, then raised the winch more until I was teetering on the platforms of my heels. My arms were hurting, but struggling just made it worse. “I think we’ll plug you for the day, give your ass a beating, and then if we have time I’ll let you have your reward” she said sternly. A gag was forced between my lips, and my mouth was forced wide open before she disappeared out of sight. I heard the sound of latex gloves being pulled on, and then a.