How to say no. I just stood open mothed and silent. I looked into her eyes, her face between long dark hair. I was looking at a young woman's face. M... mind knew different but my eyes saw woman. Within a few moments we were sitting at a table with drinks. She had asked for Champagne cocktails. We made small talk and I complemented her looks. It seemed the nice thing to do. She had her hand on my shoulder as she looked at me. I wondered if anyone was watching us. I looked straight back at. When Jacqui didn't move, Martha signalled to Alf and Peter who lifted Jacqui and placed her as ordered. Alf shackled her feet to the bench and Peter took off her shoestockings. Jacqui was now crying uncontrollably and her pleas were totally incomprehensible. Martha thought she had probably had this punishment before and was clearly in mortal terror of having it again.Martha laid the first stroke carefully and quite hard but not, she considered, very hard, along the length of Jacqui's left foot. " "I have mixed emotions about it. What harm can it be? You will never meet them and I enjoy what it does to you." One day this guy sent her a nude picture. The guy was hung. I called him, horse dick. My wife was fascinated with his size. I didn't believe it was really him. No one on the computer is what they say. Even my wife, Di, didn't give her right age or the town we live in. In bed I would tease her about horse dick. "Have you ever had one like that? Do you want one like that?" She would. I did not mind his rough and selfish treatment, as I wanted to be a good girl for him. I wanted him to have the maximum pleasure from me and I knew he was going to take it. He just wanted me to be his submissive slut and whore and totally focussed himself on using me as his fuck toy.Reluctantly he withdrew, and helped me to my feet, and over to lie down on a knee high padded bench. He fixed my neck collar to a ‘D’ ring positioned towards the far end of the bench, holding my head secure, and.