After a week of emailing back and forth he said he wanted to meet her in person and see her naked for real. she was now really upset and scared. she s...id she would only meet him with me and he agreed and said at our house would be fine. we talked it over and she said and I agreed that we might have to let him see her. she said she thought she could do it if I was present although she was disgusted by the thought of disrobing in front of another man. the discussions continued and he said he knew. That was not a good idea when he found that I could hurt him quickly to make my point that you don’t hit girls. He groaned as I ground his wrist bones together, stopping just short of breaking them both. When he looked in my eyes he saw an expression so blank that it should have terrified him, as I was putting enormous pressure against his wrist. He was too drunk to know what was good for him and I was prepared to help him with a quick lesson.Finally giving up, the lout relaxed and dropped his. He could make out two figures starting up the hill the way he had come. He ducked his head and moved along the northern processional around the tumulus. He could see the pock-mark in the gravel on the north side where archaeologists had attempted to tunnel into the loose rock to find the burial tomb. In 1989 the Turkish Government made the mountain into a historical treasure and forbade digging in the tumulus, saving it from further damage. The tumulus was over 500 feet across, almost a quarter. Two of the guys got up and moved towards me and each took an arm and moved them into the restraints on the table. Their cocks bobbed just above my face as they tightened the straps. The one that was tying my left hand noticed my wedding band and laughed, “I wonder if his little white lady knows what a cock hungry whore her husband is.” I said nothing, just stared at the beautiful black cocks dangling above my face. They fastened the straps around my knees and secured them back towards my chest.