I fingered her slowly. She twisted and moaned.“Don’t tease me more..Aaahh.. Plea…Sse ”I smiled at her and slowly inserted in her. She gasped a...little and closed her eyes. I slowly increased the pace. She looked at me, smiled and again closed her eyes. We both were moaning wild and loudly. Maahhh..Hhhh yah yah…..Yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck me fuuuck me she shouted..Mm. I slowed down and playfully tried to remove but she protested ” aah.. No no don’t remove… Do do it do it “.With this I inserted. Back to the preparations, it was time to set my hair tightly inrollers, setting jell, and satin cap. And a heavy hand applied themake-up, foundation, face powder, mascara, eye shadow, baby pink blushand glossy pink lipstick.Hearing a new whisper, "now it was time to get severe", I was overtaken by frenzy, and planted a two inch ball gag between my jaws,tightening the strap to a moderate level of discomfort and locking thebuckle in place.Nipple clamps added a warm glow to my imaginary breasts;. Men. Warriors. Musculature. Sweat sheened and battle grimed. Faces. Clear, recognisable faces." Who are they? Can you tell who they are?" "The shades, they're pushing me to my knees. I can't stand. Can't walk. There are shapes between us Orpheus, crowding in, I can barely see you. That's Achilles." "The Achilles?" "Agamemnon, Perseus, Theseus. Warrior heroes blocking my path to you. OH MY GOD." What? What is it Eurydice?" "These boys are hung. Hung like fucking monsters. Fuck I've never seen. Prue's latest literary offering, illustrations by the Art Angel, hit the shelves three months later. Prue and Jenna were sure it would be well received. Sara of course feared the worse, preparing the public to burn Prue in effigy and Sara's artwork in reality. Yet none of them were prepared for the tidal wave that ensued when the Art Angel made her big splash.The critics gave Prue's "The Hugglebugs Collection" rave reviews and she quickly climbed to her customary position atop the fiction.