"Hungry?" Nope," she said. "We ate, like, an hour ago." More like three," I said. "I'm going to take a hot shower, see if I can get my back to un-kink..." OK, I'm gonna watch TV."The shower was hot and felt good, but my back didn't loosen up. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me, and went out to find my bag and pop some ibuprofen. Mary was already under the covers. The lights were off, but I could see her face in the glow from the television set. I rummaged around in my bag, found the small. He looked so tired, his face stubbled with dark whiskers, his lips barely parted in his sleep. His face was turned towards her, though he slept on his back, the covers kicked off so that most of one hip and leg was visible.His body was hard, not the donut eating, loose bellied cop of some of the television shows she'd seen. He took care of himself, she'd see the heavy bag in the guest room and the bicycle that he'd hung up in his living room. It was a sexy body, leanly muscled, long legs, with. My wrists were tied together to eyelets above my head. A rope was tied around each my lovely ankles and was then itself connected to a pulley above. As the rope was pulled my legs were cruelly raised above me. The crowd became silent in anticipation of the first of many events. The guard was holding a poker over his fire, hammering its tip against his anvil. The tip was glowing with such intensity that one could not look upon it for the light. As the guar came towards my helpless body. The rope. “Honey, it is so big and your mummy still virgin there. This monster may hurt me in my tiny hole.” She showed her concern.I thought she might be having a second thought. She saw my disappointment and assured me, “No, baby, we will do it, but you have to be very slow and very careful not to hurt mummy.”“Okay, Ma.”“Now let’s go to the bedroom. It would be easy on my knees too.”She grabbed a jar of Vaseline on our way to the bedroom.Once in the bedroom, she got on her hands and knees, wiggling her.