I always just roll my eyes and walk away thinking, "Boys!" I wonder whether he thinks of me when he masturbates. I wonder whether his large cock gets ...rect just at the sound of my name; I wonder whether he just plays with it, touching the head and stroking it ever so slowly. I wonder whether his cock urges to be near me, to be near my tits, to be near my pussy. I wonder whether he pumps his cock and cums to my name, screaming "Oh Katie! Fuck!". I wonder what it would be like with him inside of. The whip fell again, and finally she screamed."Yes!" Teltirray shouted as he whipped her. "Scream, Aimee', scream!" She did. She twisted and tore at her impenetrable bonds. Teltirray's face was covered in sweat, his muscles bunched, the whip flying over his head to strike at her body again and again in long, angry slashes. Aimee' cried and screamed as the tears dripped off her chin and the blood streamed down her body and dripped from her toes onto Teltirray's pillow.As she screamed, her body. Yup, the fire brigade. They couldn't get me out of there by themselves, they needed some big hunky firemen to drag my fat arse out of there!Eventually the firemen arrived and managed to get the lift doors open. I looked up at the brief glimmer of light with so much relief, that I must have looked to them like some kinda trapped a****l or, probably more likely, one of them fat girlies Buffalo Bill kept down in the hole in Silence of the Lambs! Well, the cutest looking fireman appeared in the. “Sure,” he answered. I got my stash and put some in my pipe and handed it to him with my lighter. He took a hit and then handed it back to me and I took another hit. I was already stoned and with the wine was getting close to la-la land. “Over here is the painting I want to show you,” I said. I handed him back the pipe and we went over to the painting on the easel. He took another deep hit, held his breath, coughed a little and handed me back the pipe. He looked at the painting on the easel,.