Again and again he hit me, painting my ass and upper thighs with red stripes. xxx The fact that I can’t leaving you along for an afternoon without coming back and finding you this way is just horrible.” She said all of this without much conviction, and Rob and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes. He then reached in his bag and took out a short piece of rope and tied the cuffs high up on the bedpost so that I had to stand on tiptoes to keep them from grating on my wrists. Not that she could hold him back. I had been beaten, butt fucked and now been shot off on. I clung to the pole and pressed my body against it as though it were a lover.
