A true story. I did post on another site in slightly different format. Fat, flat and wetI was on business travel and drove to a favorite theater after...an early dinner. This place only had 6 rows of seats, about ten in each row. The back wall was open and accessible of course. I settled in a middle row, middle seat and waited for the after dinner/late comments crowd. Two other horny old men came in separately, and sat away from me. Not much happened for the next hour. I had no place to go, and. ? She wasn?t sure what to expect, but she wassure that she wanted to strive to be as perfect of a wife as she could be.? She could feel her damp pussy between herthighs and she knew that tonight, her life would change forever.? She looked up at Evan, and saw that he waslooking down at her with a powerful stare.?He seemed to be realizing the power that he would soon wield over Amandaand her body flushed as her stomach turned over.? She loved Evan, knew that he would become awonderful Master, and. She pulled off with a long slow slurp.If that poke in the hip didn't sting like it did I'd swear I died."Awake? Well ... it's time."She had a hollow thorn with a small leather bottle attached. She jabbed the thorn in his thigh and and squeezed the leather. Flame seared as whatever was in the bottle coursed it's way into his vein. He would be willing to swear as it progressed that the flame followed everywhere the liquid traveled. It was a slow journey to his brain."This'd be quicker if I used. She went rigid in her chains and drew a great breath. The Captain’s Wife span around and swung her whip with great force onto Marie-Claude's arse, raising an ugly, red welt. The Greek made another cut over his last and blood started where the lines crossed. Marie-Claude cried out pitifully for mercy and the blows fell all the harder. Cane and leather beat her freckled skin from calf to shoulder while she screamed and howled. After one particularly resounding smack of Vadim’s single-tailed whip.