I feel only anticipation, thinking not even the simplest of thoughts and wait for him. I am gagged and only know that I will be whipped severely. He d...es like to hear me whimper and scream but would rather let my body tell him how much he has hurt me. I have very fair skin that marks and bruises easily so he has learned to know my limits by my twitches, struggles and the occasional muffled wail. I prefer to be gagged also. I do not have to concentrate on limiting the noise I make and I prefer. I was only going to pop in and say hi, but when I got there one band that a few of my friends are in was about to start playing. I hadn’t heard them play before, so I decided I might as well stay and listen. They were amazing, and I was put in a better mood hanging around everyone, and started to perk up. One of my friends was the guitarist in the band, and he was so fucking incredible I watched him most of the time, not the lead singer. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him. Anyway, he was. I felt a little underdressed in my red speedo.After a brief greeting, Adam asked where my goggles were? He said that this is replacing my swimming routine so I should do it properly.I didn’t bring my swimming goggles.They must have expected my response, from across the room, Adam threw me a pair of goggles and a swimming cap. I don’t usually wear a swimming cap (my hair is cut pretty short) but I put it on and the goggles. I felt a little bit silly but I was getting horny standing there in. “I hate that it happened, but I’m glad we lived through it, of course. He chose to kill us, and we didn’t allow him to do that. I don’t know how else we could have prevented him from killing us. As far as I’m concerned, it was combat, and we had to intervene to keep him from accomplishing his objective, which was to murder us.”There was quiet for a moment until Arlene asked, “Husband, do people really expect Ann and me to be upset about killing that ... that person? I don’t know how many Miadax.