I knew it would get soon much worse.The guard waited for a half minute, then turned the handle again. The bite of the ropes became painful. My ribcage...lifted and my back arched. The pain slowly began to spread in my muscles. I clenched my teeth, my body began to sweat. At this point I could see my own ribs clearly in my chest.Another turn. The pain stabbed into my shoulders. My back taut and I felt a deepening pain in my abdomen. Only my buttocks were in touch with the rack at this point,. Behind us, sitting down, was a couple, Brea and Angie, that I had met that night and had some good laughs and shots with. As I was getting ready to shoot, I felt the tingle of air under my dress and pretended not to notice. It continued until I knew that my dress was up far enough for my ass to be seen. At that point, I turned around, only to have one of them drop the hem of my dress and say, “Nice ass. But should have gone commando”. Without hesitation, with my butt facing the two of them, I. This was the room Daddy had dropped me off in when he brought me to the hospice before.There was a combination reception / nurses station at the far end of the room. Three hallways shot out from it like spokes of a wheel; one to each side and one to the back. The nurse brightened up upon seeing Daddy. He introduced me to her and explained I hadn't seen my mother for years and my visit might take a while. She told me to take as much time as I wanted and made me promise to call her if there was. She held him close, “That’s my good little baby.”, she purred as she gently stroked the back of his head. Tony sat on the sofa beside them, reached over and disentangled Johnny from his mother's embrace to sit him on his lap. He gently ran his hand down Johnny’s petite, pale frame down to his thighs. He kissed his little pink nipple, then his neck where it met his jaw, “You think you can do ten or fifteen times a day?”, he said while caressing the inside of Johnnys thigh. He looked to his.