Oh, well.“Cranach lived when women were seen as agents of the devil. Cupid’s arrow induces lust. He reaches into the honey pot and gets stung for ...is exploits.”Hopeful pause for chuckles. You’d at least think the African-Americans would recognize the honey-pot analogy. False hope, as their culture’s been subverted.“As a bee-sting lasts only a day or two, we know he’ll reach in again.”A couple of laughs.“Cranach kept turning out more-or-less this same product as long as he had patrons who didn’t. But scientifically, it's explained with the capsaicin...didn'tknow I was pre-med, did you?" Evelyn's moans and weeping showed a lackof interest in anything but her poor burning clit. Miss Pratt reached behind her again and picked up a 9-volt battery,and licked the terminals at the end, getting a mild shock. She leaned overand rubbed it up and down Evelyn's tortured pussy, and Evelyn moaned in pleasureas the battery shocked her a bit. "Do you like that, honey...?" "Oh,ma'am it hurts, but it's. I hope you're choosing that, it's very attractive."Mary seemingly taking this in her stride "Thank you...I am taking it...along with some others."She then went back into the booth and the businessman came over to me..."Would you mind if I stay and see what your wife chooses?"What could I say?..."Not at all, it's a free country."This was getting interesting...how would Mary react to her growing audience?She pulled back the curtain and walked out in a thin rubber dress which clung to her like a. When this series of cums began, they were the most intense of my life. I was shuddering with each hard bang, and as Dad's balls were slapping against my ass, the enormous feelings simply washed over me. I began to scream "Daddy please fuck me! Don't quit! GOD!" I screamed a lot over the next few minutes, and Daddy was pounding to the point of no return. I begged him to cum inside me, and he did not disappoint me. When I felt his hot cum splash deep inside me, I completely lost it. From that.