I stand there part leaning on the couch while we gasp for air.When Melody gains control of her breathing she looks at me and smiles, saying, “It’s...been way too long since I last had such a good fucking.” Her expression changes to fright as she says, “Oh, shit, it’s my fertile time and I’m not using any contraceptives.”I look at her, saying, “Be at peace, beautiful, it’s way too late to worry. I was so far in I think I was shooting into your tubes. Barring a miracle, if this is the right time. It was inclined at 45 degrees and mounted on a platformto allow the assembled crowd a clear view. The thighs of the slave werestraddled around the ladder with her ankles chained to one of the rungsproviding an obscene exposure of her cunt and ass. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her whipped body. She had beenbullwhipped since noon and had fainted once during the whipping . She. - Então senhor, esqueceu-se de algo - Inquiri na minha inocência. - Não, minha linda. Venho reclamar. - afiançou ele. - Reclamar dos comprimidos? - Sim, estou com um pixa de 22 cms e não consigo quase andar. Acha bem? - Oh... o senhor tomou quantos comprimidos? - Tomei 4! - Exclamou ele a cocar a pixa. - Oh exagerou. - Respondi - como faço para isto acalmar... quer ver como estou? - Sim, deixe-me ver se faz favor - Redargui enquanto trancava a porta de entrada dos clientes. Baixei-lhe as calcas. Later that night, I went to bed trying to decipher if Matt had seen my nipples and what he might think about it. Would he ever talk to me? Would I ever have the nerve to talk to him? I played out imaginary scenarios and conversations in my head and eventually drifted off to sleep. My dream started innocently enough. I was jogging my usual route. I enjoyed the pulsing of my body and the exertion of the run. I also enjoyed the looks I got. As in most dreams the familiar was mixed with the odd. In.