Or I would tell her to shut up. The punishement was always a hit with the whp to her breasts or I would slap her in the ass. Sometimes I would move my...head to her nipples, suckle just slightly and then bite. I fed on her cunt. Licking and taking her to near climax. Then I would just stop. Whip her. Change up the sensation. Then back to her clit. Eventually she came. She was making sounds through the ball gag. She wanted to fuck me. I told her to shut up. It took me some time to get up and. Eventually Desmond’s hips reached my buttocks, fully inside me. I felt like a specimen pierced on a spear carved from an oak trunk. Desmond gripped my hips as he steadied himself. Drops of his sweat fell on the small of my back. I floated above the scene, just for a moment: A pale man in agony, mounted by a powerful dark man, flanked by two drunken and happy women pleasuring themselves. Then Desmond began thrusting, which wrenched me back into my body. ‘Jesus!’ said Jill. She was shouting.. She knew that she had to act. The time for vengeance was nigh. She trembled, and crept towards the general, steeling her resolve. He looked formidable, even though he appeared to be catatonic. She knew that this was her best chance at vengeance, when some other higher force was consuming his attention. She also knew that if this process that he had started here was completed, all chances for vengeance may be lost. She leaped down from the rafters that had given her her vantage point and raced. .. it’s an orange cat.”“Good ... keep going...”Guy kept his gaze on Trish’s face, as instructed. He didn’t realize that as the exercise continued his own breathing had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to keep finding new things in the poster and to relax the rest of her body, one piece at a time. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.“When you feel comfortable enough, just close your eyes.”Guy woke as someone touched his shoulder. Dr. Brunner was.