It had been five days since she was taken from her home. She had been beaten and raped repeatedly, but the beatings were nothing compared to the menta... and physical torture of the pier she was standing on. Her tits were stretched noticeably and her nipples were in terrible shape. She had been hanging on the pier with her hands tied behind her, forcing her to bend over awkwardly. Fishing line had been attached through her nipples and the opposite end baited and dropped into the water. The first. Not out of any sense of wanting a home birth, butbecause I evidently came out too quickly!After drinking a second glass I got up out of the thick, deep leatherarmchair, intending to go back to my hotel, and promptly felt a bitgiddy.I really should not have had that second glass. I decided to call for ataxi to take me back to the hotel. The phone had been cut off so I triedmy mobile."Damn, it's dead!"Of course I had been clever enough to leave the charger in my hotel roomand my in car kit had. ‘With you around, I doubt it’s goin’ to be a problem.’ I could tell he was trying to reassure me, so I let it go. ‘Will I get to meet your sister?’ ‘No doubt. I haven’t told her about your misunderstandin’ when she came out to see me that day. She doesn’t need to know.’ I was fine with that. I didn’t need any more embarrassment than I had already achieved. I had to hope neither of his parents would tell the story either. ‘What was the problem with her husband?’ ‘Billy is an idiot. He wants to. It was so hard it hurt and I ached to touch it, to stroke it and to make it shoot cum. I needed relief but none was forthcoming. I knelt silently on the floor watching my wife stroke his big cock and waited for their next command.The door opened and Sandy walked in with two well built young men and one slender effeminate man in tow. She was carrying a black gym bag as she walked over to me. Sandy reached inside the bag and pulled a studded black leather dog collar and a matching leash. She.