Sadly I had work the next day so I couldn’t take her back and fuck her brains out.I cursed my bad fortune and my retard of a boss for calling me in ...o work on a bloody Sunday when I found out that she lived round the corner and had to leave early as well. Not wanting to lose out on the chance I asked her if she could drop me home.I was literally praying that she would say yes because I didn’t want to go home unsatisfied. I bid adieu to my friend and his girl who all night were giving my. If I’m not bound, I’ll eventually try to get away. But in this case, I have to stay still or I’ll be punishing my own nipples again. I can’t cringe away from the strap, can’t double over to try to protect my body.Several more times he hits my ass, till I’m crying freely again, and I know my face is a mess of tears and snot and drool. I wish I could see him—I hate that he’s standing behind me, just coldly administering the strap like this. It scares me—how will he know if I’ve had enough, if. You are such a handsome young man. You’ll be turning ladies heads tonight."“I doubt I will Aunt Bev but thank you for the compliment. Come on, let’s go. Let me buy you a drink. Such a good looking lady deserves to be bought a drink."He was such a charmer she thought but she giggled and accepted the offer nonetheless.They both had a little bit to drink and temperature, when they got home, was through the roof.“You know,” she flashed a smile at John, “you really are so fucking handsome and no one. The smell of sexfluids and the feel of Brendan's slimy semen as it cooled on my stockingswas starting to make me feel sick. Then I heard a roar from down the corridor and the loud deliberate stompof heavy prison boots approaching my cell. The curtain was flung asideand ?Iron Bar' Steve stormed into my cell."What the fuck do you think you're doing you crazy cunt!" he shouted andspun me around to face him.His face was red and angry and he grabbed me by the shoulders started toshake me, his.