This is my first time being tied up. HOLLY SHIT- yes one for the "FUCK-IT LIST". *Being tied up*He tied a bandanna around each thigh. Then wrist to in...er thigh, index fingers just under my sack. He pulls tight with wrist and runs two belts end to end around my waist and wrist. Tried some cock rings but no go. Jeff tied raw hide straps around my balls and bottom of my shaft. He said it is something new. Each knot was cut as it own, makes for a longer shaft :) My cock was socking wet from sweet. You know I'm serious, so get up NOW!" After just a brief time she nodded slowly with silent tears, and began to stand up. I smiled and stood fully with her, helping her up although I didn't really know why, maybe to hurry but I wasn't really sure. We made our way from the bathroom, me having told her to peer out into the hallway to make sure nobody was around but being close enough behind her so if she tried to make a run for it I could just grab her by the shirt and pull her back. She. This wasn’t about them. This was for them. This was me and Xiomara.“I don’t think you mean it,” Xiomara brushed her hair back over her ears. She raised her eyes but mostly looked me in the chest, “Not the way I want to be loved.”“I,” I was about to assure her I did. I didn’t know. “Do you think I can learn to love you like that?”“I know you will,” Xiomara hiccuped. “I don’t know if I’ll love you like that.”I stepped forward and wrapped her tightly in a hug. She kept her arms right between my. Tag said, "That's right, sir. How may I help you?" I'm Detective Hunger, Jack Hunger, I'm here about the murder." Murder?"What murder?" If Tag looked genuinely puzzled, he was. He hadn't read the newspaper yet today.Detective Hunger fished a small note pad out of an inside suit pocket. He looked down at it. "Guess you haven't heard yet. Well, anyway, the vic is one Jennifer Deaux-Fontaine, aka Wendy Wilde. One of your room maids, a gal named Freda, called it in. About an hour ago." He.