The backs of her hands rested involuntarily against each other. This was due to the narrow strap joining her thumbs as one. To increase the strain e...en further, her pinioned thumbs were locked to a ring on the back of the collar, which kept her arms pulled a fraction higher.Kouma stood there, growing increasingly impatient. It was cold up here and she was parched from her run. Finally, she called out in a passable, if garbled whinny, just as she had been taught. Garbled, for she wore an. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction. “Hey, what are you doing?” Philip cried out, taking a step forward. Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself. Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking: “She wants to. The next morning, David went down the stairs alone as the steps were beginning to be too difficult for Danielle alone. As soon as he stepped into view, Ellen began the verbal abuse."Motherfucker," she screamed. "Let me go right..." She never finished her rant as David dumped the lump of fishy rice (to which they had added a lot of salt) on the floor and kicked it in her direction. He then turned and went back up the stairs without saying a word.Danielle went into labor that afternoon at around. That added a lot to the experience. And it sure helped to kill the boredom of living out of a hotel.On the second week after I had shot those photos of my wife I was pleasantly surprised when she started sending me selfies of her modeling in front of the bathroom mirror. The selfies were of Jen in her bra and panties or her red teddy or a partially open bathrobe, that kind of stuff. I decided that I would keep the latest photo I had received from Jen in the upper corner of my computer screen.