I don’t have anyone specific.?So then, how do you, shall we say?amuse yourself??I’ve managed to accumulate some under things on-line and stealing,...as you’ve seem to have discovered. I dress up and usually abuse myself until I need to finish it off by hand. The fantasies are sometimes bizarre.? ?What kind of abuses are we talking about??Ball-stretching; genital binding; self-paddling; nipple clamping; scrotum clips, but usually nothing applied severely. I one time used a curved carpet needle. Feeling the tears well up in my eyes, I resisted the urge to push him away from me and cried out to him. ‘Please, Master! Please give me permission to enjoy your dick! I want your cum, Master. May I have your permission to receive it?’ Satisfied with my begging, he took ahold of both of my thighs and thrust himself inside of me, instantly bottoming out inside of me. I didn’t know whether to feel pleasure or pain. It was all too much. I screamed, reaching my arms up to grasp ahold of him while. Rachel. Lay down. Im not touching you! Everythings off. Im going home. OK, go home. Think this over a few days. Just dont cancel anything yet. You need to tell me whats going on! Nothings going on, Rachel. Nothing, my love. Dont call me that! Painfully, Your anger cuts to the core of my being. Please calm down. Please. No. I wont. But the anger lessens. OK, Ill give it a couple days. But dont go near Jeff. Jeffs hurting bad. He needs me–or your parents when youre working. Im calling them now.. Sunday, if you were still around, you were in the running -- for the only time all year -- for the kind of first-place money they gave the men of the PGA practically every week.One million bucks.If you finished second, you took home a nice round $100,000, and didn't cry in your beer for too long.After that, the third- through eighth-place finishers were sharing a very small pot of money indeed.Brutal.Well, the first order of business was to send somebody else home on Friday evening, and Tess.