I’m Graham,” I said, squeezing the extended hand gently.The little girl slurped her milkshake. “Grame,” she pronounced. “Wri’er.”I raise... an eyebrow at her mother, who was shaking her head. “Aibhilin, manners.”Slurp. “He goo’.”“Sorry,” Kat said, with a resigned smile, “my daughter doesn’t have much restraint.”“Do! ‘strained!”Kat chuckled. “Oh, yes. Very restrained. Sorry, Graham.”“No need. She’s brightened my day.”“Were you feeling down?” Her expression was odd, and she glanced at the little. They’ve already started anyway. Because we’re late, we could even skip going into the Worship Center and just listen to the service on the speakers in the lobby area, or get a coffee and listen from the Gathering Grounds area. But, we’ll only miss the opening music and announcements, not the sermon.” I smiled and spoke more softly. He moved closer to hear me, standing right by my open door. “Ron, before we go in, I want to celebrate your birthday by worshiping your Daddy-boy cock right here,. .. Shit..." You groan to no one, holding your throbbing head. Your vision is blurry, and you can hear your own rapid heartbeat. You try looking around, and can make out the fact that you're still inside your car. As your vision clears up, you see a lot of broken glass inside the car, and on you. You also see a little bit of blood on your black leather jacket and grey jeans. You look through your busted window in front of you, and nothing but smoke from the engine and a telephone pole meets your. . You are not going to move when whipped, doing so will just add to the whippings. Go bitch,,, crawl.” I spoke to reminded Him that I could not crawl but was told to crawl or else. As I started to crawl He took His foot and kicked my ass. I was crying even before I got to the bed. Once on the bed He started to rub my body and would pinch me every so often. He reached for the bedside table and took a candle and some matches. The hot wax was poured on my nipples, my pussy and my legs. I loved.