She loved the sensation of being restrained with cuffs and a choker collar that had loops for chains or rope to pass through. Some of the toys they ac...uired bordered on pain; she liked a leather look whip, but shied away from a riding crop. They established the boundaries of her endurance and enjoyment thresholds by trial and error, experimenting and then evaluating the effects caused by the vast array of toys.The ultimate for Abigail was reached with a newly bought set of labia clamps with. . one in the bucket and one on the engine hump ... no seat belts ... naturally. Andie was in the back jumpseat with her nose in the New American."Sirens, I don't see anything coming ... guys? keep a look out," said David, swiveling his head to watch the speedo, mirrors, stop lights, left ... right ... ahead. Everything was good to go. Woodward was coming up and he was planning to turn left and head down Woodward to the river.The light at Woodward was red ... David adjusted his speed so he could. As her feet now started to become quite overheated, she came to full consciousness, blushing slightly as she realized what she'd been doing shortly beforehand.Yawning delicately, Josephine Hall sat up, disentangling herself from the bedsheets as she went. Perched on the edge of her bed, she ran a hand through the long, lazy curls that swept down to just above her shoulders in a cascade of red. She slowly got to her feet, smiling broadly. Last night, like every other night this week, had been. “Get in.” “What?” “I said, get in.” “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded as she got in, laying face to face with me. “Even though I hate you, I don’t want to make you cry,” I said as I wrapped an arm tenderly around her. “Now shut up and go to sl**p.” I had acquired a second pillow so we weren’t quite as squished as before. She sniffled and I pulled over the tissue box for her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I still hate you.” “I’m so sorry,” she said. A moment later she stroked my cheek lightly..