In fact, you didn’t draw on it. You lived in it, absorbing its power daily. Just enough for each day. Sometimes a spike or two would come about that...you could go on with for a while, but mainly it was a daily habit. Hard to break, and one that you wouldn’t want to break. You can live with that power, draw on it and reside in it. Grow up and old on it. It’s good for the soul. It maintains and it preserves. It powers us all and our communities. It’s the accepted power source. It doesn’t fuck you. To start with I tied the shortest of the two laces tightly around my balls so they were nice and tight, then I used the rough hessian rope to bind my cock starting at the base to about halfway up. With the other lace I made like a lasso in one end and tightened it down just under the rim of my helmet and then tied it around my neck so my tightly bound cock was pulled upright with the top half of my cock exposed for torturing.I then went into the garden and trimmed off some nettles for my. "Jesus Christ Ang! I thought I was gonna die!" I just smiled. "Well you shouldn't take so long to give me what I want next time?" "You little brat!" he said pulling me onto him. "Taking so long?" He spanked me and I began to giggle. "Oh you think this is funny" and he spanked me again, harder this time. "Daddy!" I squealed, squirming in his arms. "I think you need a few more of those!" He positioned me so that I was across his lap.SLAP!. His big hand slapped my tiny round ass. I continued. Upon opening the door to her amusement there he was standing in front of her, except this time she looked him over and noticed a bulge in his sweat pants. He quickly asked if he could use the bathroom, to which she replied without hesitation “Yes! please come in me, I mean come inside”. She told him to use the upstairs bathroom since the downstairs bathroom was being repaired. . As the thought of being taken by him ran through her mind, he grabbed her and whispered in her ear, keep your eyes.