The evening was still warm and along with everyone else we danced ourselves into a heavy sweat. Donna's thin tube top was moist and now clung tightly ...o every contour and feature of her upper torso. We paused for another beer, and began to talk with Sean, a guest of one of my fellow rangers who had just hopped off a plane from Ireland. Donna wanted to dance some more, but I declined and suggested that Donna find another partner. Sean immediately offered to dance with her.Since neither Sean nor. Trespassing by the way." What was going on here? "Why did you do that, by the way? And do you think I look like a molester?" That's two questions," she took another sip on her hard lemonade. "That's cheating. I stopped you to see who your girlfriend – or whatever – was. Molester?" She issued a short, derisive snort. "I was more worried about a rapist. And they don't have a 'look'. Sure, you look like a possible rapist, so does every male I meet. I think I've read somewhere that human males. Ken doesn't treat my like a tramp anymore, now he treats my like a masturbation toy. He calls me slave and ties me up frequently. Last month, he brought three brand new vise-grips to bed. While I was on my back and he was raping my mouth, he suddenly took the largest vise-grip, adjusted it to the lowest setting and clamped it onto my cock. The two smaller pliers were clamped one to each nipple. I couldn't take the pain! I tried to remove them and he tied my hands using his belt. I tried to. Instead the youngofficer said, ?I told you this reception punishment would be painful andhumiliating and after the next part I have never found a women will not doanything rather than have it done again. With that I was released and turned onmy back before being secured again. The bar was raised until my body was bentso the flesh between my legs was almost facing the ceiling and it wasagonising. Finally body accepted this unusual position the pain eased and Istopped screaming but worse was to.