I couldn’t see anything amiss, and was careful in case this was one of his traps that he sometimes set for me. Big cock I think I felt and noticed only the second or third drop of oil as it landed on my ass. I was surrounded by the stink of him as I lay with my head trapped in his undershirt. After he had pulled me up by the hair so that I was kneeling in the bathtub, he had slapped and punched me until I started crying. He grabbed my right ankle and pulled it over to the weight to my right, tied a rope around my ankle, and then around the weight, so that my leg was immobile because the weight was too heavy for me to move, even in a more advantageous position. “And when I’m done, you’re gonna thank me—do you understand?” I said I did.
