She recognized him as the guy that k**napped her, Lucius. His long black hair flowed behind him as he walked to her and stared at her with his red eye.... Frightened, tears began to roll down her face. Lucius raised his hand and touched her cheek gently. He then put his hand under her chin and lifted her head to him. Angelina was now whimpering softly as he closed onto her lips, muffling her cries. He pulled away and smiled.“That's a good angel.”He then bent down on his knees and looked at her. This was a special occasion so he wore his richest looking Rolex watch, Tiger’s eye pinky ring, and his favorite musk aroma cologne. He’d trimmed his narrow black mustache so that it sat closely just above his upper lip. Fully clothed, dripping with cologne, and mustache well trimmed he looked and felt rich. The CID Chief Warrant Officer was attired in his dress blue uniform. Short hair cut, white walls on the side. No cologne or perfume, openly old fashioned he preferred the manly smell of. Even his T shirts ... ironed and hung up. He opened his dresser drawers. She had folded his underwear for him, sorted his socks. His closet was now sorted by color.She stood in the living room nervously. When he returned, she looked at the floor and said. "Did I do well? Did I get enough done? Do I need to be punished, Stan? I tried to be efficient, really ... I did."He could tell that she was on the edge of tears. "Look, uh ... look. This is amazing. This is waaaay cleaner than when I rented. I scream into the gag, part from the pain, but more from the surprise of it! Your hands move over my body, smacking here, smacking there...not hard enough to damage but certainly enough to bring every single cell to life. After this initial spanking, your nails feel like sharp claws as you run them over my body. i gasp as you all of a sudden grab one breast and pull up, and then rope about 6 elastic bands around the base. It doesn't sound like it would hurt, but it DOES...it is tight, it makes.