Then he lifted her hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of her fingers, murmuring, "Madonna."When he looked at her, Kathy was startled to see t...at tears were flowing from his eyes. Then he asked plaintively, "Madonna, can you ever forgive me?" Forgive you for what, Tony?" she demanded. "And what's this 'Madonna' nonsense?"He smiled softly and replied, "Madonna means 'my lady' in Italian, Mrs. Carlson. That's what you are. My grandfather used to tell us about the old days in Italy. He. By thetime she is done, they all sound like sopranos!Gary felt her shifting beneath him, he let out "Pleaseeeeee noooo" just as sheswung the belt. As the belt bore down on him, he felt her lift him up byflexing her calf. He was so ashamed. She could handle him like a sack ofpotatoes. She pushed his bottom up and out to meet the belt.Then it landed. When the belt flattened his bottom, he let out a high pitchscreech. His bucking and squirming ground his balls against her thigh. He feltsmall.. There wasthe noise of a switch, then an electric winch and my legs were pulledupwards and slightly backwards. With my heels pointing at the sky I wason my back and entirely vulnerable. Next cuffs were place around mywrists and I was expecting that my arms would be similarly immobilised.They were certainly immobilised, but not as I'd expected. Instead broadleather straps fixed my wrists to my thighs. I could not move. I wastrapped on my back and tingling with anticipation. Gwen must have. . to fuck me all night long.I should have thought of her ... I know it and how much it could hurt her ... but I wanted it bad. I wanted him bad. God I couldn't think at all anymore, all I wanted to do was to feel his hands on me and his cock inside, sliding in and out so deliciously while I begged him to do his worst.I'd been a good girl long enough.He stood by the queen sized bed as I walked inside the motel room. He had turned on some soft jazz on an entertainment system and had drawn the.