On days when? am not kept inthe closet, I am expected to have his favorite cold drink waiting for him whenhe walks in. If not, I am punished horribly ...ith electricity.? His favorite drink is V8, vodka, and a cup ofmy freshly poured blood, with ice, in a tall glass.? I get the blood from the little plastic'faucet" valve he got from a medcial supplystore over the internet. He punctured my arm vein and inserted it, sealing itwith instant-drying cyanoacrylic glue.? Now he can desanguinateme. Her long hair was strewn over the settee like a mad woman's. Dear God! She was hopelessly, marvelously, madly impaled!"You want to fuck me?" Isabel Ziniwall asked."Yes, God, I want to!" Roger answered, the lewd words of the woman exciting him more."Then tell me," she breathed."I want to fuck you!" Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me deep and hard, lover man!"He rose from the pool-side deck chair, where he had gone with Isabel after leaving Cindy and Dr. Hilton, and stood over her, his cock standing. But then Brad was in conversation with a guy at the bar so Mom went over to tell him we’d had enough and wanted to go. She came back to me... “Brad’s staying here for now and suggests we make our way back to the Cabin; what do you say darling?”“That’s fine by me mom!”So, arm in arm we’d made our way back, and after entering the Cabin, Linda threw the bolt on the door. “Just so we don’t get disturbed while were in the bathroom!”“Good idea; Brad will have to knock on the door!” I said flaking out. God his tongue his mouth can do wonders. Gripping onto his shoulders trying to keep myself up as wave after wave or orgasms rushes though me. "Don't stop.....please don't stop."Panting as I fall, he catches me, twirling our tongues, tasting myself on his yummy tongue. Plunging himself deep inside me. Digging my nails in and dragging them down his chest. Leaning back he goes deeper grasping my ass. Picking us up, my back against the wall, my moans escape my mouth. I cannot hold them back,.