I told her I needed to go do something that I'd forgotten. As soon as I got home, I went to my bed and masturbated while fantasizing about being found...while I was tied up. I lay on my side in the same position and imagined someone having their way with my helpless body, fingering myself until I came, fast and hard.It was two days before we were able to meet and do it again. This time she tied me the same way before she produced some kind of black cloth sack."Sondra? What's that?" It's a hood.. It was really a smashed down meatball with a little tomato sauce with chilies. The new sandwich was called the Porter Burger, I swear I almost cried. "Damn Brit thanks," I said."Nothing special we needed something light in the ass for you little farts. Tomas's daughter started making Mexican meatballs, so I figured what the hell." Then he did something totally out of character he leaned over the bar and kissed me. "Come back at nine for the party," he said then went to clean the glasses.Tomas's. He yelled to his Driver Grunt to hit the gas and go there. So off they went and left me alone to watch their show. Andy yelled at his Grunt to get the hand saw and cut down the tree. The Grunt started slowly sawing and Andy came unglued. He started yelling to cut faster. Then he started climbing the tree to try and shake the wire loose. When the Grunt saw him start up the tree, he started sawing faster. A lot faster! Then the tree shot up in the air, flipped Foreman Andy way up, the wire shot. ”She turned and took her place to one side of the figure on the bed. Tentatively she measured her distance by laying the paddle across the proffered bottom before lifting her arm and bringing it back down. Immediately I swung the lash and struck Charlotte’s bottom hard. She yelped and looked at me in surprise.“You need to strike harder,” I told her, “we won’t count that one. Now, try again.” As an incentive I swung the lash from side to side in my hand. Charlotte turned back to her task. She.