Mistress Dee began to ask her guests if there were any additional questions or comments before the bidding began. As she spoke she walked around me sl...ding her riding crop over my nipples. She would slapped my ass a number of times to make her point clear. Finally, without warning she jerked the bungee cord, stretching my cock painfully, causing me to moan as precum dripped down my shaft. She then struck my stretched cock and balls very hard very hard with her riding crop. I tried to scream,. *** (DRESSING ROOM) Jumping. Spinning. Squealing like a rat. When Im up on stage I often wonder what all those people are thinking. Whats going through their minds as they watch this skinny anaemic-looking bitch with her Morticia hair/ paint-splattered Epiphone guitar and crimson lippy smudged halfway across her cheek/ chainsmoking ciggies and banging on about the New York Dolls/ Martian Belly-Dancers/ late periods or whatever else drifts into her head while the band struggle to tune up their. Is it a cold or something worse?’ Ding. ‘It’s a cold but my throat is really sore. (smile) ‘ ‘I hope you have everything you need. Lots of liquids, and all that?’ Ding. ‘Yes, my mom got me Gatorade and that helps.’ Ding. ‘You sang really nice today. I liked the songs you picked. (smile) ‘ ‘Thank you! I appreciate the feedback. Sometimes I look out over the congregation and really can’t tell if they’re enjoying themselves or not. The only exception is you guys there in the front few rows, you. I came back about five years later thinking that it would be good for the village to chose a new person to keep the spell and the protection going. Talla was just like her sister and wouldn't let any other be chosen I brought her here and I loved her just as much as I loved her sister, may-be even more. We were together for 50 years. The village took good care of us during that time with food and anything that Talla needed. When she died, I hardly left the cave for twenty years. There was only.