And with that, he tightened down the screws (which were already plenty tight) causing my wife to moan in pain, and taking the chain in his fist led my...wife on her hands and knees around the room. He was literally pulling her around by her tits, and her nipples were stretched way out as she struggled to keep up. Being dragged around by her nipples by a Black master in a sleazy hotel room was pretty degrading, and I could tell my wife was getting real turned on by the humiliation. B was now. "I shaved off some time by going just over the speed limit in Manitoba, gambling that the cops didn't post a rookie who'd fuss over someone going two kph too fast on an empty road. Once we'd crossed into Saskatchewan, I had Dave unpack and fire up the radar detector, and then we did some real damage," Alan said, wearing a self-satisfied grin."Why must men always indulge their inner outlaw?" Michelle asked, rolling her eyes."It's the way we're wired." Is that your professional opinion, Mr. By the time it was over, Candice was in tearsand Jen had re-cemented her position as the Alpha female of Benson High.At the time, I'd thought it hilarious the way the two bimbos argued andsniped at each other. Now, I sort of felt bad for Candice. Though notfor Tabitha."Anyways, Tabs apologized, like, a gazillion times and told Jen shewould get to the bottom of it. Whatever that means." She shrugged andturned around to grab one of the plastic trays from the stack.Tracy had said her wish made. “I realized that I haven’t really thought of you as a friend in a couple of years. Not since I started falling for Becky. Most of it is just petty crap, like not inviting you to my birthday last year.”I shrugged. “I didn’t care about what had happened before really. I only brought it up because you kept insisting that we were friends and you didn’t show any interest in getting in touch when I got hurt. That’s really not how friends treat each other.”She nodded and reached into her backpack. She.