She used a short rubber-covered billy club to beat me. She knew exactly were to strike on my thick muscles, not leaving massive bruises, but causing i...tense agony. My thighs, calves and arms felt bruised to the bone. I wondered if I would ever stand again.I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity. She really wants to be forced' tied, spanked, hair pulled, throat and pussy stabbed hard... anything that will rob her of any control and give her the release she needs. She dries off her hair and styles it carefully. Applies freash makeup and poses a lot in the big mirror and starts to think: “Yes!” Then she feels ready and prepares herself for the worst part of the process: the making of arrangements. Carrying her laptop through into the bedroom again she stretches and looks at herself as she. He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me. “Your dream girl,” I whispered. “Fuck you dream girl,” Vegas replied. “I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”Piece of ass? I thought to myself. Is that what he thought I was, a piece of ass? I had worked hard to get myself in shape and I was proud of what I had accomplished and now this dude that didn’t even know me was referring to me as a piece of ass? “Hey, dick wad,” I replied, “I’ve got your piece of ass and then. Laughing at her stubborn instance, William said, "Allow me to introduce you to the staff."Turning an eye on the couple standing near the kitchen, Ling, in a reserved voice, said, "Please do." Momma Ling, I'd like you to meet Ken and Lisa Armstrong. The little fellow hiding behind Lisa is Tim. He's a little shy. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Ling. She is one of my mothers."When Tim peeked around his mother's leg, Ling said, "I didn't know you had a little child living here." Yes, you did," said.