Once turned and sitting like this I reached out to her and hugged her and told her I was going to see to it that he never ever did this to her again!S...e was still in to much trauma and pain to even try at this point to talk to me about it all.After some time I helped her get up and helped her limp off and into the bathroom and ran a hot bath of water for her and got her seated into it and added all the soothing hot bath soap I could to it so she could just sit there and relax herself in it and. Yes, I’m in a lust filled love with this man.He spoke, ‘Loved it sweetie?’ How couldn’t I? It was a dick to die for. I need not reply him, for my actions made pretty clear what I need. All I could do looking deep into his eyes was to blush. I could sense my cheeks turn warm and pink. Going a little down, my nipples were protruding, making a clear impression over the top. My breasts became tender and painful. They are dying to gain his attention.Moving further down, I began oozing my vaginal. I'll write the sizes down, too. Anyway that wouldn't be aproblem. We're about the same size. You're wearing my dress, and myshoes, right now. That is until you kicked them off," she added, lookingdown at his nylon-clad feet beside the pair of discarded wedgies.Dan's spirits started to revive as he described how it felt to have thecar door opened for him, to stand aside while his escort purchasedtheatre tickets, to have his chair held for him in a restaurant, to behelped on and off with his. “Cum with me,” he murmured to me. We held each other tight as we both got lost in this massive moment of pleasurable discharge amid a day of horrific pain.It was not the place for cuddling, so we dressed, and Hugo helped me back into the chair. Within seconds, several uniformed men walked into the room as if they had been watching, just waiting for us to finish. They did their salute “Heil Hitler,” and all started whispering. To my surprise, Hugo joined the men with no reprisal.My torture had.