I tried not to think about what I was doing as I bound her other wrist. I loved her. But I hated her for what she was driving me to do to - no, not "t..." but with her. We were in this together. She was strained, her arms tight, breasts drawn up, her belly flat, and I could see how her feet threatened to suck up out of the concrete. Finishing the tying, I tried lifting the handles of the heavy wheelbarrow and found I could get it off the deck. Careful to get it over the tub, I tilted and watched. However I’m going to set the rules then we will see where it takes us. Do not let them know that I’m on to them or it is over, do you all agree? The three of them said yes.Later that evening with all of the guests gone except the three boys they were in the rec room watching some TV. I heard Tina say lets play a game Beth said like what then Tina said maybe truth or dare, the guys all said ok then Beth said we need another girl the boys out number us. Beth asked hay mom would you play with us?. At the moment your more immediate problem is a difference of opinion. You thought that wearing black would be enough - but your tutor, Madame Zelande, thought otherwise. It's a remembrance dinner, not even the funeral, which will come later when Count Illenda's mother, the Duchess Evelyn, arrives. A few lines of pearls along your shoulders is too much ornamentation? Feh!It's going to be difficult wearing black for the next month. It doesn't complement your appearance. Your skin looks too pale. It took only seconds for a master to request that weights be hung from every loop that you could see. Heavy weights were placed on each bosom, stretching them as far as they could go. From her cunt lips similar weights were placed. From her clit, which was also pierced George hung a medal logo of the Body Corporate. This appeared to be the most painful. The girl was doing her best not to cry. As she turned on the spreader she was being bounced up and down stretching her body even more. She held.