"And now my feast."Gomorrah retracted his tongue into his mouth, the marble coming with it.Her body falling limp like a lifeless husk. Gomorrah smiled...at his slave.He was loving her torment."Master. Please give her back to me." There's no way to bring her back." He laughed as she started to whimperthrough the pillory. He snapped his fingers allowing her to escape fromher prison. She jumped on the bed and caressed Saphira's body. "Though Ican keep her body in use. She's be like a tool. But she. I don’t belong. I don’t even sound like an American.”“You didn’t take me seriously? I was kidding around when I said that. Please tell me I didn’t make you feel this way.”I heard the distress in her voice. I shook my head at her and I saw her face relax a bit.“You aren’t just a visitor. You’ve lived here for years and years. You go to school here. Your dad works here. That makes you more than a visitor. That makes you American – at least it does as far as I am concerned. You’re as American as. Every since he fucked the first c***d he wanted more young cunt. He would watch them have his baby every year and their tits would grow bigger and bigger. He liked to suck their milk before they dried up. He also like to milk them. It was fun to put them on their hands and knees and pull and milk their full tits. He sometimes had the other women douche the next girl he would fuck with the milk. The milk in the cunts made them real wet and slick.He pushed his cock slowly into the tight cunt. He. She circled him, whipping him across and down his back, each hit harder than the last. He cried out in pain as she whipped his lower back. "Mistress.." he said, as she grabbed a whip with a small spikes on the end of the strips. She whipped him hard, drawing blood. Sam squirmed, feeling the sting of the thin strips slap against his bare flesh. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were.