"I'm sure you won't if you ever hope to see daylight again. I so prefer the mask. With drugs, there's always the chance that your sight won't come bac..., and of course the agony of blinding makes the slave useless for days."The mask was unbuckled from behind her head, and she felt the stickiness of the adhesive stretch as the material was pulled away. Secondary patches over each eye were slowly peeled back, then pulled off rapidly, like a band aid. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment before she. ”—from Spring and Fall: To a Young Child, by Francine ProseYour job is to sit there and make things up, so do it.—from The Collectors, by Philip Pullman, Author’s NoteChapter 11: It's Cold Here[September, 1678]Oxford, OxfordshireIT IS TOO fucking cold here, Amélie thought as she stepped through the mud down Oxford’s High Street. The mud was disgusting. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people. My cock began to gain firmness only from the fact that she was there. Noticing this, tёscha laid a hand on him and began to knead through his pants. With one hand I hugged her and kissed her neck and put his other hand on his knee and began to climb up the inside of the thighs. It is widely spread her legs apart, her robe opened, and then I saw that she was without panties. My fingers began to touch the fleshy lips of her genitals and touch the already hardened clitoris. She quickened breathing. M-a incolacit imediat cu picioarele in jurul trupului si, cu bratele agatate de gatul meu s-a opintit si s-a infipt pana la refuz in pula mea. O futeam in picioare si fata asta se agata de mine si se infigea in pula mea scancind si gafaind din greu. Ii simteam vaginul ce-mi strangea pula ca intr-o menghina, ii simteam zeama duce ce i se scurgea in picaturi mari din pizda pe langa madularul meu, udandu-ma pe coaie si scurgandumi-se printre pulpe. Mi-a trecut prin minte ca fatuca asta nu mai era.