... Everything tightened up.. and I could feel the rope pulling on my ankles....He kept encouraging me... "keep going sweetie".... "A little more hone..." .... "That's it"I bent my knees and lost my balance..... and fell forward.... the rope pulled my feet up and I want to my knees (Bruising them for days)....The rope around my wrists tightened around them and held them behind my back to the waist rope...I squirmed... grunted... and moaned.... I was totally restrained..... grunting into the ball. "Your hot, little pussy is awesome, slut," he moans, "I may have to break in again and **** your sweet ass on a regular basis." His voice is now unaltered. It seems familiar yet at the same time foreign. He has deep base in his voice. You're guessing that from the feel of his trouser snake plumbing your depths that his dick and balls play a part in his baritone words. He pounds you relentlessly for nearly 30 minutes, scolding and telling you what a stupid, worthless whore you are. Truth be. I took the seats directly in front of him, slightly pissed I wouldn't get to lie down this trip. The bus took off and as it made it's way up North it became emptier and emptier. Eventually after a few hours I noticed it was just myself, and the man behind me. When we made our rest stop I went into the cafe and got myself a coffee, and some soup. When I tried to pay I only had my debt, but theirs was down, the older man from the bus was behind me and offered to pay for my meal. I thanked him and. This occurred as a result of a bungled—"Don't make it sound so bad, darlink," said Natasha. "You don't want to embarrass the lady, do you?"Of course I don't. Well, an unfortunate chain of events occurred which I'm too much of a gentleman to recount. Anyway, their intention is to blast the young lady with the same radiation in the hopes of reversing the process and getting back the old Boris Badenov thus saving the series from terminal boredom. But their efforts thus far had just put them in a.