I asked her to slip off her shoes and showed her into the lounge.“Please, take a seat” I said, “Can I get you a drink of squash?” I asked her ...nd she nodded, I went to the kitchen and still had some ‘special’ squash that I made earlier so I poured her a big glass and re-entered the lounge to hand it to her, I could see she was looking at my towel the whole time probably wondering if it would fall, luckily I was able to keep control of my dignity.“Thank you” she said softly as she took a big. He placed an anal spit, much smaller then the first one, onto the spit, then shoved it hard up Jessica's anus. When both her ankles were released, Jessica began kicking hard trying to break free of the spit but even though she was still alive, she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Fighting now wouldn't save her life, so she stopped kicking and let James grab her legs. They were then tied tight to the spit. Movement was near impossible but she found that there was just enough movement for her. Not a clamp! It was one of those that has a slip knot at each end. He had put a few weights on it in the middle. He slipped one over each nipple. Pulling it hard, so it wouldnt fall off. My nipples were so hard and sensitive. He then pulled on it to kiss me hard. His tongue in my mouth just like a guy does to his girl. Then he told me, you are going to be my little whore. I know you want me to fuck you, don't you? I said yes, God yes, please fuck me. He said, all in do time, bitch. First you. It was just a struggle for him to do so.With her, she was the one to remove the fingers. Not literally; she liked his hands on her. She was less happy with his hands on her life. Could he learn to let go? How long could he keep his hands down before she had to rap his knuckles again? Did she have the energy to rap his knuckles again and again?Going upstairs and preparing for bed, she wondered whether that would be a marriage. Was her problem not that she didn’t like Eric’s incursions but that.