Her ankles were tied together by a wide length of black silk. Her feet were flat on the floor. Her knees bent in front of her breasts. Her back agains... the wall. Her arms disappeared behind her back, where I assumed they were also bound. Another length of black silk around the lower part of her face and over her mouth as a gag drew attention to her frightened doelike eyes, which followed me. I started to speak, but realized that that was what he wanted. And what was I going to say? Ask if she. Now here I was reporting to Gloria Allen. Well, she’s in LA, I’m in KC and never the twain ... Stop.When Gloria Allen first approached me to work on Macklin, I’d just slammed her then-client, Beryl Thatcher, into durance vile. Where I hoped she’d rot for a good, long time.Thatcher had worked for the International Childcare Network and turned bad. Sold three orphaned teenagers to James and Jill Morton. Captive labor and also available bodies for the pleasure of rough sex aficionados.What caught. But then she heard that sound again….the rustling of activity that meant she was in for more surprises.She heard the steps come over to her, and then…..“SWAP!!!”This time, there was no first time relief or shock. The pain was acute and immediate. The gurl screamed out in agony, and realized she now faced the wooded paddle. “SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!”“Oh God, please stop!” the gurl cried out. “Please just stop….I’ll do anything please!”“SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!”For two straight minutes, every few seconds, the. I came straight away I just exploded all over my basque and stockings as he told me he was denying his wife this load and that it would be mine instead. He warned me that he would one day seed me fully and own me and I cried with the dreadful pleasure of it all. One day he would seed me and plug me and leave me on the bed tied and then return at night to re seed me and plug me again. He knew how to make me explode and that the dirty thoughts were the best thoughts.When he finally came after my.