Rocking myself forward, then rocking myself back in order to find a comfortable spot for me to handle the position that much longer. That wasn't working, so I'd rock side to side in desperation for comfort. My thighs were burning and my hair was getting soaked as it repeatedly got dragged over the large puddle of spit on the table. I'm in complete discomfort and Martin is relaxed and smoking a cigarette - enjoying the scene. I'm crying so hard, my nose starts to stuff up and I cannot breathe. Martin ungags me but makes sure that I DO NOT ask to be untied while the continuation of my hunt for c... Show more