She was tall, assertive and intelligent looking. Seeing her husband beaten, bloody and restrained she stood frozen for a couple of seconds and then st...rted backing off. Benjamin pointed the gun at her. “I think you want to join this little party, lady. Please, do us the honour.”The woman stood silent. Her options were limited. Perhaps she could outrun the bullet. But that was still leaving her husband at the mercy of a lunatic in their living room. Quietly, she raised her arms in a calming. He can't hear a damn thing on his left side."Then, with her husband less than 3 feet away, but safely tucked behind a newspaper, Kelly Linden pushed her engorged nipple into her son's mouth and urged him to suck it.As he did, she massaged and milked her other breast, letting the thin streams of her breast milk fall straight into his coffee.In a few minutes both of Kelly's breasts were empty, the dark coffee had turned light and Kevin had a huge hardon."I want cream in mine too." Kelly. I am straight. No, that's a lie. I like to flog women, which makes me heterosexual, not straight.I do not want a long-term relationship, so I bring home prostitutes. They know what I want and that I pay well. They feel safe.Tonight I have Nessa tied upside down to a crucifix. This is her first time with me. She needs extra money, so one of my regulars introduced us.I strike her nipples with a riding crop, left and right in turn for several minutes, then land a precise blow on her clitoris. She. Nurse Sam, smoking hot without even trying, handed him a folder and stepped out without a word.“Good morning, Mrs...” Mitch fumbled the folder looking for the name.“Thomas. Janice Thomas,” she said. “This is Tommy.”“I’m sorry, Mrs. Thomas,” he quickly recovered. “This is a colleague, Dr. Childers. How are you and Tommy doing?”He frowned as he read the folder. When she started to speak, I think that might have been the expression on my own face. I hoped this wasn’t the norm.“Tommy’s fine. I want.