I had tears flowing down my cheeks. I’d never been filled like this before. He started to slam my pussy. Hard. He’d never been that rough with me....He grabbed the rope around my waist to give him some extra leverage. With each pull down, my arms ached more, my shoulders being stretched. I started to come. I was blushing. Embarrassed at my orgasms. Humiliated that I’d let him tie me up, shove things in my mouth and ass and now fuck me. He realised I was coming and “there’s a good girl. I knew. Mom: I just saw you running inside the bathroom naked! So, I just had to take a look!She said while laughing.Mom: It reminded me of when you were a kid. You were not amused to take a shower. I had to hunt you down while you were running around naked.She laughed even harder now. I didn’t know how to react. I was in shock. I snapped and yelled.Me: Shut the door, mom!And she snapped out of it, said sorry while laughing, and closed the door. She left the towel to hang by the door. I dried myself,. I was impressed, until she opened her mouth.“Hi, I’m Krissy!” she said, sounding like a complete airhead.A short conversation confirmed my initial perception. Of course, with the way she was hanging on Oz, I didn’t think he was seeing her for the scintillating conversation! After a polite amount of time, I excused myself and filled a plate with food, grabbed a bottle of soda water and a lime, and went to sit in the seats near the front of the box. Several other attorneys joined me and we talked. I have agreed, although I've warned him not to try anything. I didn'tescape my father's plans or the blandishments of that baronet inCornwall to be bound as the paramour of a small time grifter. June 10, 1884The snow has stopped, but we are trapped here, in this clearing.Barclay is building us a cabin, in case the snow lasts the day. Thisafternoon, he caught a rabbit, and I found myself remembering thethings taught to me by our old Negro cook. Barclay is beside me, now,asleep. I should.