"Quite harmless, Jessica," he continued.
He paused, his mouth set in a grim line.
I felt so weak I could hardly hold myself in that position.
"Stay exactly where you are!" He fuck my wives was shouting.
The stinging whack of that cane jerked a fuck my wives sobbing gasp out of me.
I couldn believe how much it hurt.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sudden surprise of that blow, the intense, white-hot, smarting pain fuck my wives.
I knew I couldn withstand this, I fuck my wives couldn bear another blow like that.
Desperately, I struggled to pull myself together to face the next one, but I .
The next swishing slap practically knocked the stuffing out of me.
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It was worse than the first one.
It felt as if he had hit exactly the same spot.
I stumbled sideways, wincing and gasping, crying freely.
In a daze, I seized control of myself and staggered towards him.
He was laughing.
I was utterly at his mercy.
I had no choice but to comply.
"All right, all right," I sobbed.
I gripped that chair and gritted my teeth, determined to stand it.
The next blow truly sent me into a state of dissociation, of surreal consciousness.
I knew it was happening to me, but it was as if I wasn fully there; I was detached, seeing myself from the outside.
There was no denying the incessant glaring, glowing, fiery pain of Peters energetic assaults, but it was different now.
I was looking at the whole scene from the cameras point of view.
I saw myself writhing with each blow, shaking my head powerlessly, kicking my legs, but somehow holding on to that chair with fierce determination.
