"I've got to really make sure you remember dear. The phone is your lifeline to me. You need to have it available." His first dozen strokes traumatized...her still tender cheeks. This was the worse yet."Oh, Daddy, please, not so hard, it hurts!" Heather cried out, the sound of his open hand smacking her fair skin echoing off the walls. She kept reaching back to cover her butt with her hands, and he grabbed them, crossed their wrists, and held them tight while he smacked her even harder."If you. Only the most basic tendrils of thought were able to coalesce into something understandable. Cold, light, smoke, and awareness of people seemed to be the limit of his understanding. There was no thought that he was in danger or needed to do anything to escape. He couldn't even generate enough motivation to stand so that he could escape the cold.Shadows seemed to be slowly oozing from the ground all around the little group. More shadows emerged from the edge of a canyon that was also the source. He told me he was 6ft 190 lean, brn/brn and I asked "size?" and a pause and then he typed wall I’m a little bigger than you, hope that’s okay , I am about 8 inches, pretty thick, and uncut. I told him I loved big cocks and loved uncut. A long pause, then some more questions, what kind of car I drive, what my favorite color is, my favorite restaurant. I tell him all this and never think to ask him, little self- centered I guess. Each time there was a pause. Then he said, “Alex you know I’m old. As they listening to Rufus explaining how he and Bill got together. Bill had met Rufus in the worst Ghetto in LA. He had been there selling his wares from the back of a truck. No white guys dared to enter the Ghetto in those days, and when he started taking some flack, he spotted Rufus and called him over. Bill asked him to watch his back and he that he would pay him by the hour. Rufus banged a few heads, and then one by one, the women dared to drift out from their houses and started.