I looked down and tried to pull back, but that was pointless. The machine held me prisoner and I was going nowhere. The arm raised, lowered, and moved...a couple of times as if deciding how to go about the task it was programmed to complete. Then it locked into position and the arm slid the needle inexorably towards my skin. It poked me just enough to make me wince and draw blood before it drove on into me, burying itself to the hilt in my belly. Agony became a mild word as the needle pierced. ’The muffled sob was barely audible as Georgina continued speaking in the same vein, her hand movements becoming more and more pronounced until she was steadily masturbating the older woman, who moaned and moved her hips, the combination of pain and pleasure produced by her stinging buttocks and stimulated clitty clearly driving her to distraction.‘Poor Elena. So confused. I think you need reminding of the simple realities of life,’ said Georgina, picking up the tawse again. I thought she would. I only became attracted to him because I was sexually starved due to my Husband no longer wanting to sleep with me, my daughter confiding in me saying she has zero sex drive and felt bad because she could tell her husband was frustrated, my son in law confiding telling me about how my daughter works long hours and always seems exhausted and is putting a strain on there marriage (which I knew from my daughter meant sexual strain on their relationship). Lastly the fact once I accidentally saw my. Wednesday, I spent a couple of hours on the makeup of Friday's edition before going downstairs and painting the trim. Naturally, there would be touch up and painting of cut surfaces yet to do, but this would make the job go a lot quicker. I had chosen a satin finish as appropriate. I'd get Charlotte's opinion before I began to install anything. After all, that's what I was paying her for.Painting is boring as hell to me, especially if I don't have to be extra careful. I placed a groundsheet on.