She spent her time alternating between the two, hoping that she did not do any permanent damage to her breasts. Thankfully, this torture did not last ...ong. After fifteen minutes, Ann released her and massaged her breasts to make sure that the circulation was restored. And, thankfully, there were no needles used throughout the day.At the end of the day, what Faith knew would happen, but had been hoping wouldn’t, happened. She was bound face up and spread tightly between four posts and about. She was sitting in the chair sobbing by the time I got back. ‘I knew something was wrong, I just knew it. Why wouldn’t that jerk tell me? Why?’ and she started sobbing uncontrollably in her hands. When she recovered after a few minutes she asked us both to the small room behind the counter to sit down. ‘I’ve had nothing from that guy for seven months except for his Dear John letter and you two pop up. Scott, when did you last see him? How is he doing? Why the letter? Why?’ ‘Patrizia, this is. She had yearned for George to talk with her again, but with John here?? Oh gawd!John’s tongue licked her ear as he whispered, “Undress me old bitch. Let him listen to our fucking.”Lucy’s shaking hands continued to undress John, pulling his t-shirt over his head, unzipping his jeans and letting them slide down. John’s cock leapt up. As usual he had no underwear.“Lucy. Are you still there?” George asked.“I, I’m still here. I love you George. I have to go now. Bye.” Lucy tried to get George off. The man opened my blouse and squeezed my tits roughly,before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. That wasgoing too far, I thought, and think I actuallymurmured a subdued no at that stage.Mike must have heard me and he told the man to stopand take us home. He said that we had no condoms, andhe didn’t want me to be fucked by some strange guy.The man, looked over at Mike. In that moment I sawthat if this guy wanted to do something that myhusband wouldn’t be able to stop him. But then.