.. Escape was impossible. She spent her off hours in a near catatonic state of depression. She had cried for an entire week, but when no tears were le...t and utter hopelessness overtook her, Laurel lost not only hope, but the will to live. She complied with all orders she was given, she knew better than to disobey, but each time her body was impaled with dildo or phallus, each time she sucked a penis or nest to orgasm, each time she was whipped, nipple clamps applied or she was tightly bound and. I had a hangover. But I ate the full amount as insisted on then went back to my room to dress. I felt strange I had so enjoyed the night but felt as a guy I shouldn’t have. Was I gay? But I felt like a real woman last night and Bradley excited me in a way Id never felt before. I had felt emotional and tearful lately more than I remember , maybe this had something to do with wanting Bradley’s strong arms around me to protect me? My mum had booked me into the hairdressers again! But this time. ‘John please, you’re hurting me.’ She told him her rectum feeling like it would split and her shoulder hurting as well. ‘sshhhh.’ he cooed softly in her ear then started to cum filling her up with his seed. He let go of her and remover his finger from her arse and held it up to her face. ‘Lick it.’ He ordered her. ‘No! I’m not some porn star or prostitute to be ordered around.’ She said annoyed at his behaviour today. ‘You’re, right I’m sorry, you did what I wanted now it’s my turn to return. .. for two or three days/nights in a row. She leaves me after the third night wondering if I can keep up... but, then, it is like someone removed all that warm blood and replaced it with ice water. I mean she is loving enough. Hugs, kisses, etc... but do not think about going "down there." Then there are the headaches, the allergies, that time of the month and if nothing else seems to be available that evening, the comments. "You always want it." "Is that all you think about?" "Sheesh, we just.