We just got a new work bench that's the PERFECT height for Martin to tie me and and use me and he NO time breaking this bad boy in! Mouth gagged, elbows crushed, ankles crossed, and arms pulled back to my feet. Clothes pins biting down on my ever-so-sensitive nipples so I was to prop myself backwards in order for the pins to keep off the table. Martin gets behind me, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, then shoves his fingers between my legs and drives into me while I cry, drool, and moan in pleasure and pain.