And attched me to the chains from the roof. i stood there naked, cold, gagged, chained, looking at Him. He placed a pole between my legs, spreading th...m apart. i looked at Him with fear as i hung helpless, chained in His basement. i could smell His masculinity, His leather and the cigarette He lit himself as He walked around, watching me. i tried to protest, but the gag stopped my words. Without a word he turned around, and left the room. i could hear Him locking the door, then He shut off the. Venice without Mary was hardly likely to cheer me up, now was it? Anyway eventually, and against my better judgement, I’d agreed to go with them. —– Telling them I’d meet them in one of the many pavement café’s that surround St Marks Square, after they’d had their fill of the cathedral, I took a stroll up one side of the Piazza under the colonnade, or whatever you call the bloody thing. I think I was intending to walk back down the other side, but I noted that the sun was still partly finding. "Personally I'd like a 'man' that could love me all day without stopping," she whispered, thinking of all the nights that she'd heard Daddy screwing Mom for over two long and glorious hours before he ever came. That's what she needed. Daddy screwing her like that would be a dream come true.'Damn girl!' he smiled to himself, envisioning screwing her that long. He wondered if his heart would hold up or if he'd die in orgasmic ecstasy, blowing a load of sperm deep into her hot little pussy. "I've. !’ – Walter: ‘No, not this time, I’m through listening to this pasty faced c***s remarks and quite frankly, his stench if making my blood boil.’ – Vercardo: ‘Finally, we agree on something, being this close to one of you rabid, overgrown pubic hair balls is more unbearable than watching Twilight!’ – Walter, with an evil smile: ‘At least it portrayed werewolves with a slight touch of bad ass, class and accuracy than you sparkling fruitcakes.’ *Audience gives an ‘ouch’ to Vercardo* – Joseph,.