He had so much of her, how could he be so selfish as to take away the small bits of her life that Mickey had been allowed? And how could she allow tha... to happen? How much had Mickey meant to her, if she could just be bargained away like that? Just a negotiation within the process? Had Mickey meant enough to her that she had demanded a huge concession in return for breaking her heart? Or had she been relegated to, well, I will agree to never see Mickey ever again if you will clean the kitchen. “I’m here.”“Mike, we need to talk about this morning, and you have my keys.”“Yeah, I’m sorry....” she cut me off before I could finish my sentence.“Look I’m really busy. Come by tomorrow morning about the same time. Ok?”“Uh, Ok.”“Good.”The phone hung up.The next morning came and I drove over to Rene’s house. I had no idea what to expect. I rang the doorbell and heard her yell for me to come in. I stepped in. She called for me from upstairs. As I climbed the steps I felt a deja vu come over me.. He turns her around to face him, placing her into a straddling position on his lap, his stiff prick poking out from under her tight little ass cheeks. As the other guys watch, enraptured at the sight, he places Stacy's head on his shoulder and gently rubs and pats her back...and after a moment, the guys can't help but laugh as Stacy burps like a baby that's just received a satisfying feeding! Yet one more guy--the last in the group--walks forward, carrying a pillow. "Dude, she is so fucking. " I will leave you now to think for a while. When I return I trust you will have remembered your disobedience. If not perhaps another few lashes will make your memory work properly."The dim light was extinguished and she was left hanging on the frame, her back in considerable pain and with a full bladder. Time seemed to stand still and an eternity had passed when she finally gave up the impossible struggle and let her bladder go and felt the urine run down her legs.More time passed, an.