Kneeling on the ground is never easy and it almost always hurts right away. You can see the anguish in my face as soon as my knees get planted on the cement. It's one of those positions where once Martin places me where I need to be, I try to remain as still as possible. G0d forbid, Martin touches me, adds something or needs to move me. If I'm uncomfortable, I'll stay that way until the end without even attempting to find comfort or re-adjust myself so here I stay... in a kneeling position with my elbows crushed behind my back, pussy roped and mouth stuffed with a big ball while these menacing clovers bite into my nipples.