And yet this was the merest fraction of what was to come.He pressed again, another millimeter. With each thrust, he calmed me with soft whispering, wi...h gentle stroking – tits, pussy – and teeny kisses on my back. It hurt more and more until the crown cleared the sphincter, which then shrank back to the smaller circumference of his shaft. It was easier then, the thrusts longer until I felt him fully seated in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks.I then expected him to begin to fuck my. I almost slapped him, but I managed to stay calm and get the handcuffs and lock him down, even though he made a small effort to resist. My feet were in his face again, the very thing he had been nagging about. They extra smelly this time because I had been wearing boots all day. I couldn't help but laugh, which made him more angry, but again, the foot odour spoke for itself and pretty soon he gave in and kept his mouth shut. On a different occasion I was so angry I did actually slap him. Hard.. “He actually went to a real psychiatrist! She reckons he’ll need a good few more sessions, but thinks it’s worth me going back and living with him, as long as I realise his insecurity is very deep. I should know that he will lapse from time to time, and I need to realise and accept that. She said it’s a little like a phobia.“I said that as long as he was getting help and could appreciate when he failed, I could cope with that, and she said she thought that would work. She wanted to do some. No attempt to further malign Xena's name with slaughter. While Xena was concerned when she heard of Calisto's escape, two weeks of searching produced no clues to the whereabouts of her nemesis.Gabrielle was haggling with the vegetable monger in the village square when she felt a bite at her neck. As her vision blurred and knees buckled, she saw the horse-drawn cart approach. That was the last thing she saw until she awoke many hours later, tied to the rack.The rack had been built specifically.