At first I took care of my scrapes and bruises myself, but then I remembered how David would treat my scrapes when I was younger and I began to go to ...im when I got hurt on the field. When I realized that he would always be there to patch me up I started getting hurt on purpose. Anything from a scraped knee to a bruise on my face. He would help me get cleaned up he dried my tears and then he hugged me and sent me back out on the field.I was so happy but then the season was over and I was too. She wanted Rahul to stay at her house, in nights, so that she feels safer. Little did she know that same Rahul wanted to maul her body since school days? You should have dinner at my place only these four days.She seemed to insist Rahul just smiled okay madam, ill pack up and come in sometime saying this he left for his room. Rahuls mind was racing, contemplating ifs and buts, how he could initiate something. He was excited for sure. He packed couple of boxers, t shirts, toiletries and left for. I got home, showered, shaved my body smooth, put on the sluttly make up and slipped into my new black panties. I lit some candles and put an apron on over my shirtless chest and bare legs, but with my backside fully exposed. I was ready to play housewife.When Joe got home I could tell he was still upset, but his expression changed when he saw the candles and the sight of me in the kitchen in only the apron and panties. Before Joe could say a word, I told how sorry I was and that I had a special. Steven stood just inside the heavy door, eyes adjusting to the dim light, staring in disbelief at the wooden scaffold where Elyse hung by her wrists, her naked body gleaming with sweat, writhing and moaning beside her master. Simon stood close to her, his lean, muscular torso ablaze with light against the black depths of the room. He was naked as well, his cock still brutally hard, jutting proudly upward, glistening with her juices. Elyse cried out, suddenly limp against her restraints,.