I liked it. But please don’t ever go inside my ‘gina. I am preserving my hymen for our wedding night." He respected that, and just caressed my lip... and rubbed my hooded clitty. It was new and arousing. I was so happy. The next time he fingered me, as he parted my lips slightly but hadn’t quite yet entered my 'gina, I cautioned him not to go deeper. He replied, "Syl sweety, I'm not going to tear your hymen. I just wanted to get some of your joy juice from between your lips onto my finger to. He blinked in surprise at the vision that greeted him. The woman standing in front of him was, in a word, stunning. Her gauzy, semi-transparent dress covered her completely but left nothing to his imagination. A large pair of silver feathered wings swayed gently with her every movement. She carried a large paper bag and grinned at him mischievously."May I come in? The food's getting cold."Entranced with her smooth, mellow voice, Mitch moved aside to let her enter."Do I know you?" he asked as. I pulled the condom off and tied the end and tossed it onto the floor.I had gotten off, but it didn't really do it for me like I thought it would. I laid there trying to figure out how to get the hell out of here."Max... That was great," Chris said. "But I gotta get up early in the morning. You can stay if you want, but I really need to get some sleep." Nah. Go to sleep, Chris." Okay, Max. Call me sometime. Thanks," he said quietly. His eyes drooped shut and he started to breathe lightly.I got. The scar pulled his upper lip into a permanent scowl showing his incongruously white teeth to the world. The man's right hand gleamed and, when the camera zoomed in, she could see that it was a prosthetic of some kind. It had no fingers, just a single socket meant for removable attachments.The executioner held a long, black leather case in his left hand and he laid it on the platform to the side of the prisoner. Opening it, he took from the case a long, metallic rope with a plug on one end, and.