?Fucker!??Don’t swear,? said the man. He inserted another chip. Knowing the pain was coming was not worse than the pain itself, but the brief moment...between the point at which he dropped the chip and the electricity came to life. She roared. The sound was amplified by the funnel and echoed in the tiled chamber. The man began to laugh now. She did not understand how someone could enjoy her being in pain more than her being in pleasure. Between his departure and the next man’s arrival, she. She had a theory that I'll always remember. "My breasts are more sensitive than larger ones because the nerve endings are closer together." I like small breasts." Hmmm, I see that you do," she said, contentedly stroking the back of my head.As Agnes had warned, Roscoe did his best to make my life miserable. Surprisingly, he really was in charge of the volunteer firefighters. He berated me for being five minutes late for meetings, but let the other guys skate because, as he said, "They work out. A part of Dan was a bit dubious about the path he was leading Simon down. But in general he had decided that if he now had to wear women's clothes so should Simon. Dan hadn't encountered as much resistance as he had expected and Simon was only putting up token objections. In some way Dan considered Simon to be female when he was dressed in female clothes. Despite the muscular frame, he was far less threatening to Dan. Dan could pretend that Simon was a woman and that made making love to him. "Good girl."Now at last you feel my touch, caresses light as a warm breeze, completely random, completely unpredictable. The back of my hand glides along your throat; a hand cups and squeezes your ass; my teeth close on a nipple, tugging and stretching; my nails tease your back till it arches; through it all your eyes remain closed. I laugh softly, the sound sending warm liquid ripples to your center. "Very good. Are you prepared to serve?" Yes, Sir." Good girl. Keep your eyes closed and open.