He never told me nothing about it directly, I just heard it around. But Little Tony drank a lot, and was hooked on pain killers big-time. Not aspirins... either. I'm talking Percs, Oxys, morphine. Big. Time. It seems his back was fucked up, which caused constant pain. And a couple of limbs were bent. And he lost an eye, so they gave him a glass one.The thing I didn't know about glass eyes, is you don't just get one and wear it forever. They wear out. And your eye-socket changes shape, and a bunch. The ceiling was embedded with black timbers of wood that were bent and cured from the center of the ceiling to the floors. There was a long black wooden table, a time traveler from some distant region of Spain hundreds of years ago. Eight wooden and wrought iron chairs with crushed red velvet appointments, soldiers standing guard, surrounded it, protecting it. In the center were several bottles of wines from a couple of Long Island wineries."A glass?" Gary offered but Terrance held up his hand. After a few moments, Andre scooped me off the floor and carried me across the changing area. He tore off my bra, exposing my soft breasts and my pink nipples, pierced as per Daddy’s request. They raised my arms over my head and used my bra as a makeshift set of handcuffs to tie my hands together. Lifting my hands, they hooked the bra over a clothes peg and I was helpless, hanging there with my feel barely able to touch the ground. Andre lifted my legs, parted them, moved my tiny thong to one. There was no need to praise me for it. I had no control over how my butt reacted to his spanking. I had no control over almost everything. I wasn't only to call him Master. He was now MY Master. I did whatever he wanted. My own life was fading away and my life was becoming his life - an extension of his life.He put the plug back in my butt. It slipped in pretty easily but it hurt because my bottom was sore.He hung me on the wall for an hour with the cold packs attached to my nipples. He only.