Please let your slut slave come.? The humiliation of having to beg forrelease, of admitting to the depth of my need, added to the thrill. ?No, I don?t...think so, not now, maybe later, if I?m in agood mood, if I feel you deserve it. Like the collar, sexual gratification issomething you're going to have to earn.? Jan replied casually.? ?Now, you?re far too bunched up like this, Ican?t get at you; I want you spread-eagled on your back. Just hang on whilst Iadjust your bonds.? I was horrified. Did. He showed her as he loaded the crossbow, making sure she knew what he was doing, not that she wanted to see.Carole wanted to both live, and to die. She could no longer handle what was happening to her. Her whole body was in agony. She knew her calves and shoulders had been shattered, so even if she lived, she would never walk again, and the use of her arms would be extremely limited. If she lived, she would be a cripple.The hunter placed the tip of the crossbow between Carole’s legs. She. This was going to be a dull journey unless I thought of something to amuse myself. It was early afternoon - a fairly busy time, but not so packed that I was lost among the rush-hour crowd - there were, I suppose, about thirty other people there, waiting. Their eyes wandered aimlessly, in search of some distraction from this claustrophobic environment. Maybe I could help! I switched into automation - the next thing I knew, I’d ‘accidentally’ dropped my travel pass - how clumsy of me. I turned so. As we were facing the beach we had a vantage of viewing the vista and could clearly see we were free to do what we wanted, and as if to emphasize this he moved over and his penis was now in between my cheeks and I was pushing ever so gently back onto him, to maintain contact, as the pleasure I was feeling was a first and new experience. We were not speaking, just adjusting ourselves, fitting our bodies to merge into one. His cock was in between my thighs, I was gliding along the shaft until I.