He often wondered who was really to blame for that night, for all the nights afterwards. He had done it himself, he knew, although it had been his cou...in's idea, but his father's attitude had not helped. "What'd ya go and get caught for?" his father had said. "Christ, you don't even have what it takes to be a good thief."Always Tim had had to prove to his father that he was good at something, that he was worthy to be called his father's son. When he brought home good grades from school, his. But I could see he was wondering how we were going to find any time alone if I didn’t really have my own bed-room at Zoë’s. I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but who knows it probably just looked like a drunken grin. ‘Zoë’s place is better than mine anyway. She’s got tons more space.’ It was true. Zoë lived in a small house with a small yard, but it was still bigger than my little one bedroom apartment. In fact, in contrast it was like a mansion. When we got there, Chase brought the. With the clamps eye-wateringly tight, I paused, inhaling the scent of her pussy, liquefied, as always, by her love of intense pain.“It hurts, Miss.”With her nipples burning, I traced my crop across her mouth. Rosie adores the sensual feel of leather on skin and the way I control how that sensuality interacts with other toys’ pain. Sliding the crop between her pussy lips, the leather softly caressed her sodden folds.“No one hurts you as I do,” I intoned.“No one loves me as you do,” Rosie chanted. What a fucked up amalgamation of contradictory traits that jackass with the rubber gloves was. After the flight attendant wrapped up and I’d finally gotten as comfortable as possible, the intercom crackled to life and Captain Clive Stanton gave us the great news. Thirteen hours. The flight was going to be thirteen hours of hell. To makes things worse, the man sounded like Garth Brooks. Fuck Garth Brooks. “You ok, baby?" Kelly asked, turning in her seat, big blue eyes zapping away the.