Ouch! How that hurt as the blood started circulating again. And I just collapsedon the floor. After that, he removed the weights from the rings throug... my pussy lips andnipples. Now I was almost back to normal except for those rings in strategicplaces, and that wonderful feeling that I had just experienced. ?Number Seventeen? he said. ?That is your name, and mine is Master?. ?No it's not?? I tried to say, but he slapped me hard across my cheek, andsaid ?Your name is Number Seventeen. And you. “Take your clothes off.”I obeyed dropping my pants and stripping my shirt off.She uncrossed her legs. “You a little limp. Come suck my pussy.”I think I got even limper. “I don’t think my grandmother would be happy knowing what you just asked me to do.”“Who do you think she’ll believe? We’ve been friends for longer than you have been alive.”She was right.I imagine lifting her skirt to find a pussy hairy and un-kept with saggy lips and wrinkled thighs. I was close, her lips were large and her. It just meant she was delaying telling him her decision to end their relationship. If she needed any justification for playing him along, it came when he told her he’d decided to ‘invest’ around a thousand dollars of his ‘saved’ poker winnings so that he could play in a competition before the Main Event. To gain experience, for fuck’s sake! His attempts to justify it as coming from his money, his poker winnings, were insulting. He’d never once confided he had a separate bankroll from his. She gave Abigail the bowl of hot water to hold, and (using the water and some of the cloths) she cleaned the young man’s hands as best she could. This was clearly very painful, and Abigail could see that he was bravely trying hard not to cry out, but the tears welling from his eyes showed how much pain he was suffering. She gave him a shy smile, showing that she understood. Then the Abbess rubbed soothing ointment over the burns and tightly wrapped them in clean cloths.“There,” she said, “that.