It was repulsive. Why was it that it was more humiliating to be used by someone with a paunch than by a good looking man or woman? Huh. Another imperf...ction in his character. But it worked. Faranger’s penis was reaching the point of a real erection. The man rammed the implement in up to the guard. The wings of the guard hurt more than the phallus. The man laughed and did it again and again. He pulled it out and tossed it into a second bowl filled with water, and left.“Number two?” This was a. Her face grimacing and covered with sweat she forced her aching back to keep her arched to take a few more lungful.Instinctively her hands reached backward to grab the pipes of the heater, only to be yanked to a stop by the tie connecting her wrists to her crotch binding, eliciting a new gasp of pain as the thin plastic strip bit hard into the softness of her slit. The pain made her drop and her neck was once again pressured by the choking bondage.For the first time she began to really feel. I jumped at the contact and swung my head to face the bartender that had called me. I then remembered that I’d been watching Daniel and his groupies from the bar when I’d meant to buy a drink instead. I smiled at the bartender before turning to glance at Daniel, who had a smirk on his face, as his eyes regarded me with the childish humour that guys get for making a girl jealous. I rolled my eyes at him before turning around to order my drink, knowing, from the way the hair at the back of my. ” she says smiling at you, “Don’t be scared.” The words give you a second wind and you think about how she did sit next to you all night and how her leg felt on yours. You get up and stand next to her at the bar, “Hey Mary,” you say, “I just realized I haven’t bought you a shot yet.” She smiles and you and she orders two shots of fireball. As they are being poured you start to say, “I don’t know how to say this-” “Then don’t.” she laughs cutting you off as the bartender pushes the glasses.