I undid one of her arms and passed her a black vibrator as I turned my back on her. “Fuck yourself with this”, I said - she was not going to earn ...y attention too easily. I turned to you. “Lay face down along that trestle to receive your punishment”, I said. You complied and, in turn, I fastened each of your limbs to the legs of the trestle. Your face rested sideways on the padded leather top with your tits falling either side of the centre line of the padding and your arse standing out for me. Soon, Abby looked at Jeff’s phone on Jim’s left hand and she decided to tell him.“Jeff took pictures of my panties.”“Are you sure, honey?”She nodded.This caused Jim to open up the gallery in Jeff’s phone. He showed her the pictures.“See, honey. He wasn’t taking pictures of your underwear. He was just taking pictures of you playing the game with him.”Abby looked at each picture scrolled by Jim and she could only see the upper body part of her dress with herself using Jeff’s tablet in the. Text to Him: So take me on a date. Text from Him: 7pm Okay? Text to Him: Sounds like a date. So that was that. We are going to be going on a date. Friday he was going to come here and he was going to pick me up and we were going to be going on a REAL DATE. I had never been on a real date before. What was I going to wear? Where were we going to be going? What if he did not think that I was attractive? I mean, I know I am not ugly, but I am not ugly for 16. Richard is 37, he is used to a. 'fact of life! Oh, and also the guilt trip... worse than any headache. This mad desire to do something to hurt yourself even when you're suffering already. But her suffering is taking a strange form! Chantelle tells herself it's ok. She's only “piss proud.” So she goes through to the bathroom, takes very careful aim and, with a lot of forcing and bending of knees, finally lets go a stream of piss that's so long in duration she's practically back into sleep mode by the time she's finished,.