Then I hoisted her up so that she was swinging and removed the blindfold.I stood in front of her with the whip."You have been very disrespectful," I s...id. "And now you are going to be punished."I laid the first lash across her thigh. Not hard, but even so she squealed. The second brought forth more squealing and the third and fourth outright blubbering. I really hadn't the heart to carry on. She clearly wasn't happy about this and so I released her. She fell into my arms crying."That," I told. . smile," I instructed, and then just before the click I moved the hand I had around her waist up and onto her breast."Billy!" she screeched but I ignored her, instead went to the camera and pushed the timer again."This is really going to work," I promised mom when I rejoined her and put my arm back around her."But." No buts ma... just a few more," I insisted, this time moving my hand to her breast well before the camera clicked and moving the material aside and baring a straining, mahogany. The orc's skin was the green of young, verdant grass, and he could see clearly defined muscles around her the exposed part of her body. This orc was fit – though not built up enough to deprive her of her femininity, which he found a bit odd. Orcs were not known for being feminine. Suddenly, she shuffled a little lower on his body, and grinned at him. For a split second he was hoping she had something kinky in mind, but those hopes died when she shoved a dagger at his throat. Great; this was. I have three more emails waiting to be examined and answered back to, I am deducing&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip, Jace is unexpectedly lying down here on my bed besides me all out of nowhere. What is he particularly? A ghost? This is so ridiculous and illogical of me. I in fact and in truth do know what he precisely is: An Incubus! And Incubus arent any ghosts or other horror narrative build-up stuff. Jace is intolerably and acutely handsome, having a slight but dazzling yellow and.