"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that... I'm your wife... not some chick!!!"Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not ...nly was he doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was already. K. to it and if he's o.k. mom will be too." I want to do it too." said Ellen. "If you go I want to go too." That would be fun." I said. "The 5 of us together would be great. Tell you what, come over to my place tomorrow or the next day and I'll teach you how to stretch. Dar will help too, I bet. He knows some good ones that even my mom and my teacher didn't." Where'd he learn something like that?" asked Ellen."He told me that he studied different types of Martial Arts when he was younger. He. The slave hated it. For some reason she felt jealous of it, even though it never even craved what the slave had. The slave had a life, even had a slave’s name and a ?real? one. It wanted neither. At first it felt bad about being tortured not only by Master’s strong hands but also by his slave. In time it came to realize it didn’t deserve better and that being tortured by a slave made it even more worthless. Slave awoke later and usually greeted it by a swift kick to its cunt that sent it to the. It was an awful experience for us both, Frances because every jolt and bump made her cry out in agony and for me because of the distress it was causing me to hear her cry out. Still we got there and I somehow managed to get the key in the lock and the door opened. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. If anything she looked even worse than when I'd found her. The swellings around her injuries had grown and I doubted she could even see out of her eyes, so bad was it."I'm.