After a moment of confusion, Armando realizes the horrific reason her arms are not restrained. Her breast have been nailed to the wooden table below,...three nails in each, including one through each nipple. The torturer is just setting down a wicked cane, with which he has almost destroyed all the flesh on her ass and upper legs. All of her skin is bleeding and black and blue. Her caning must have been twice as agonizing with her breasts secured to the wood; every time she flinched, she must. He replaced his throbbing rod in his pants at a traffic light just before the hotel, and they looked presentable when they arrived. Without hesitation, Kris broadly flashed the cute valet, who remembered her departure and was looking for a view. Her wetness glimmered in the bright lights of the hotel's portico.At the last moment, she saw a teenage boy a few feet away who was the unintended beneficiary of her slutty behavior. His eyes were wide as he stared between her legs. Kris imagined him. Everyone was sitting at the table already. Kevin sat next to Kim, while Jon sat across from his mother and Ashley sat across from her father. Amy was there too, sitting in her usual place at the end of the table. I sat down at the head of the table.With a nod from her mother, Ashley said grace. While she was thanking God for our food, I thanked God for my new family - two daughters, a son-in-law, and two wonderful grandchildren.For some reason, I couldn't go to sleep that night. I guess I had a. He hopped around his room for a minute to keep his balance, finally falling on the bed. He laid there for a minute, then, with a smile, he opened the drawer to his nightstand, withdrawing a package of condoms. He slipped one into his pocket, and stood, grabbing a t-shirt from the open dresser drawer. He was halfway down the stairs, still pulling the shirt over his broad shoulders, when his doorbell rang.Alex jumped down past the last two steps of the stairs, and threw the door open."Hey, Alex!.