She has been robbed of her innocence.“What would God say about you letting a man fuck your unwed body, you sordid cunt?” you cackle, “He would w...nt me to punish you for being such a bad, bad girl.”Both of your hands go to her breasts. You begin to knead the firm mounds. Her soft flesh complies with the squeezes of your hands. Trish whimpers. She feels your hands groping. She senses her delicate skin as your twist it between your outstretched fingers.“I have not ruined your boobs yet,” you. It was much easier when Ken was around, talking in his quiet way, drawing both Bette and Tony into the coversation, forcing them gently to speak to one another so that a camaraderie was built up between them. He got a fire started in the barbecue, and soon the air was filled with the smell of woodsmoke and with the succulent odor of grilling meat. Bette insisted on helping, and Ken gave her the task of making the salad while he supervised the progress of the steaks. Tony set the round metal. You comply, crawling uncomfortably onthe unforgiving floor.Your Master follows in behind you and shuts the door. He releases the leashand you immediately kneel at his feet before him as you were trained to do.He motions to the large bondage table in the middle of the room. Its sheersize and presence is intimidating enough, The thick leather and well wornstraps hang lazily on the corners, you shudder slightly at the sight ofthem, knowing how inescapable they are. A breeze gently passes through. I suppose they thought they were.After a couple of minutes Ed asked Ernie where people had the boards from the last storm."Most of 'em burn 'em over the winter." That'll never do ... someone needs to take a truck to the mill an get slab wood. John? You have that big truck ... Here's fifty dollars ... go buy all the slab that's window size the mill will sell ... make trips. Eight foot should work. If they don't have it tell 'em I said to cut it. Nick, you stay here ... you're too old to be.