I begged him again to fuck me with no mercy at all.He made me bend over the table, in front of his friends. Gunther pulled my skirt up and he slapped ...y bare buttocks very hard, making me whimper.I did not care about his friends witnessing everything; I just wanted to be fucked hard, used and abused by my Austrian man; I wanted to be his bitch.But suddenly, Gunther stepped back and one of his friends grabbed my hips firmly. In just one hard push, this lucky bastard was deep inside of me.I cried. I didn't need to dress warm even though it was thirty degrees outside, but I did anyway. I had to pretend to be just like the rest of the people on the street. At first glance all the downtown traffic was passing through. However when you looked closer there were people working even on Christmas Eve.I left home with a very large black backpack. Inside that backpack I had small boxes of candy. No I hadn't been thoughtful enough to buy the candy, Sylvia had. She and Peter had bought it for me. I. Your place is beside your husband, to please him and to make him proud. In return, he will give you the pleasure or punishment and pain you deserve. It’s up to him how you dress, how you behave, how you serve the other men in this town. Even if it’s just as a decoration and something pleasing to look at, you will have to be pleasing to the men in this town for the rest of your life. The better your behavior, the more proud of you your husband will be.”“Part of me still hates the way it. ‘You’ve cast some sort of spell on me.’ he said firmly, staring down into her passion filled violet eyes. ‘Yes I did.’ she laughed, regaining enough control to roll him onto his back. It took her only a split second to pull the phone cord from the wall and bind his hands to two of the beds four corner posts. ‘What the…’ he started. finding himself bound to the bed in the blink of an eye, wondering how it happened. ‘I’m sorry Gabriel. But I can’t have you following me any more.’ she explained,.