Pappy didn't fit any of Pete's predefined categories. Pappy was an old Mexican that spoke without a trace of accent, unless he was messing with someon..., which was often. He was of an indeterminate age, meaning he could have been anything from 50 to 100 years old. He reminded Pete of a gnarled old oak root. Despite the way Pappy good naturedly joked and prodded the other members of the group he seemed always to be ready to react to any trouble from whatever direction. Pete felt like Pappy was a. Johnny fired back a few good ones, catching me under my left eye with a punch that rocked my head back for a second, but I was like a machine, I didn't feel any pain. Soon he abandoned all attempts at offense and just tried to avoid my punches or deflect them, his eyes wide with shock as he tried to fend me off.I felt hands trying to pull me off of him, and I struggled mightily. The first time they pulled me off, I managed to somehow break free and jumping back on him, continued to attack, but. You make your way to the kitchen to find something to drink.You found the half can of lemonade you left on last night's dinner. A quick gulp freshens you up and you are much more awake. You start to feel cold as you realize you have left the warmth of your blanket and your sweater in the bedroom. You shiver a bit, feeling the need to pee. "Ahh..." you moaned a little as you fill the toilet bowl with your body's liquid waste.As you wash your hand, you see yourself on the mirror and smile at. He and Penny told me that he was being transferred to Houston for work in a month and that he had one more session for me and they would release me from my slavery. I was so happy that I could put this behind me, but at the same time wondered if I could quit this life of submission that turned me on so much now. He explained that he was working a huge deal with some African investors and he needed to make sure the deal got signed. He told me the date, and I said that Dave would be home then, I.