"I'd cut his balls off, and make him eat them," were your exact words! But get undressed, we don't want your dress bloodstained.'I twisted my head and...saw Joy begin to take off the floral dress she was wearing. She didn't seem as keen as the policewoman on the proposed slaughter but I needed to cause a distraction. 'Play some Mozart, ' I suggested, pulling my mouth free of its fleshy gag. 'Joy does a really sexy strip to the Marriage of Figaro!' Judith hit me again and I went out like a light.I. I can feel myself stretching and it feels as if I might tear right in two. As you fling insults my way I become even hornier. I love and hate the pain. Master: I pound your sweet ass harder and harder, it squeezing tightly around my cock, forcing me to gasp for air every now and then. I smack your ass over and over saying, "You fucking like that, don't you, you little slut!" I slam into your ass once more and then pull my cock out and move around to the front of you, rip the gag off, and shove. They had made love twice that night, a heaving bundle of rolled back old clothes.He had touched her breasts.He had kissed them.She remembered little of her life, but she remembered that night.He would never have agreed even then to pleasure her, though, in similar fashion to the way in which she was pleasuring him now. These days, of course, he was too drawn of energy, but in the past he had been selfish. That had never surprised her. Men were selfish creatures by nature, she believed.. It's your cock. When Donnell sticks his cock in me, it's natural. When you stick yours in me, it's natural too. Except this one is even bigger than Donnell's. Whooeee, he'd die to have one this big."She dangled the huge, obscene thing between them."Who's Donnell?" Laura asked, raising an eyebrow. "What happened to Keeshon?"Jane tilted her head, wildly fetching, playing the ingenue. "Oh, I still see Keeshon once in a while. But he live here in San Francisco, like you. Mama and me over in El.