(No replicas of David, then.) He liked Persian rugs, Espresso machines that were only slightly more expensive than just buying a branch of Costa Coffe... and that took three quarters of an hour to polish after brewing just one cup. And he had plenty of stuff like that in his manor house, where Mel and I had gotten married after a disastrous attempt somewhere in London. Have I told you about that? No?! Must be because I only ever tell that story to loyal friends. Passersby who just want a quick. " Don't pull away from me, Lindsey, do you hear me?" I admonished. " Don't you ever hold yourself from me," I said menacingly. She lay there crying quietly trying to understand how I could do this to her. Lindsey grimaced as I entered her, " Oh god . . . stop, you're hurting me. . . please, it's too big . . . too big," She whimpers when I push my bulbous, purple cock head deeper inside her. She feels every ridge as I slide inside her. She feels herself stretching to accommodate my size again.. "you little prick, I've got serious punishment fir you today, you'll wish you'd never met me."he pulled at the clamps, and I began to cry. I was so humiliated by this, dressed in lingerie, tied to a chair, nipple clamps on and the pegs on my tongue making me dribble, and I could see it all in the mirrorhe laughed at my tears and took some photos, " I'll send these to a couple of other Masters I know,they might want to use to too"he untied me and took off the nipple clamps, as the blood surged. When we headed to the hospital, I was to first call her parents, and then pack Charlie up and take him over to visit Tessa and Bucky and Carter. Charlie loved hanging out with Bucky. At six years old, Bucky was like a god to my son. I wasn’t quite sure what Bucky thought about this, but he seemed to handle it well.The big day happened to be Monday, July 23. Marilyn started having contractions about 8:00 AM, and I could tell by the look on her face that this wasn’t a false alarm. She had never.