Their nasty giggles ringing in the room. Meanwhile the rest of the women watched and enjoyed the show, doing what they could to add to it, caressing h...s writhing body, pinching, scratching.It was so hot to look him in those anguished eyes. He tried closing them but they firmly insisted he keep them open. Pinching the eyelids helped him to see the reason in that. They wanted to see it all, the helplessness, the intensity of sensation. So completely at their mercy, in their power. Seeing that in. Shoot you with needles. Burn you with acid. Poison you. Just killing you would be easy, but I want the shame of the wound to remain... I'll make you taste death directly. It's time for what I brought today.(He draws the sword on his back and tucks the sheath in his belt.)Otowa: The assassin's tool Bishamonken! (he chuckles) Shall we begin? Yahiko (thinking): This is the third time I've risked my life in a fight... I'm gonna give it all the strength I have!(Otowa swings downward; Yahiko blocks. He noticed something else as he lay there. An odor, a rotten, shit odor. He looked forwards the way he had been going and saw a pile of moldering horse dung less than a foot from his face. “Oh that was close,” he muttered in disgust.With great effort, he worked his arms from the straps and was able to finally roll enough to tip the pack off his back. Now that he was on his side he was able to look down and see that his shirt was in ruins. He was careful not to roll into the pile in front of. Every time she pulls my hair so hard my head can't help but be forced that same direction, I thank her as much as my weak, feeble voice can choke out. I kiss and massage her feet every time she gifts me with a spanking session with her wooden paddle, or a wooden spoon. I'll never forget the time I tried to push the boundaries. She'd always told me that rule #1 of our encounters was that I was to act as if my penis didn't exist. I made the unforgivable mistake of telling her how hard my penis.