"This is it, girls," she gasped. "Can't you just feel how good that is? Oh my god, I can't stop!"For a moment she had forgotten that she wasn't just p...aying with herself in the privacy of her own bedroom, but in front of a worldwide audience of hopefully enthralled viewers. The thought of all those people staring at her dildo-filled cunt, listening to the sound of the pink weapon slurping in and out of her pink hole, accompanied by her own ever more frantic gasps, was more thrilling than. It sealed around her nose, her mouth, her jaw. Filaments spread outwards from the contact points, working into her skin, forming a growing spread of grey veins underneath her skin, growing towards her eyes, which rolled backwards into her head. Her back arched and I saw her muscles growing slack. The telepath had loosed its control over her. Her throat bulged and gulped, gulped, gulped. The ... the Brood was feeding her something.As I watched, her skin tuned the same sleet gray as Maria had.. I've always been like this since a young girl. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills. My husband tried but couldn't bring himself to beat me like I wanted. I like my breasts hurt and my pussy to hurt.So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I indeed carried out on myself. I had read on some S&M sites about to torture and cunt torture and was amazed at all the different variations that. . “You can close yore mouth, ain't you never seen one before?”I said, “No Ma'am.”She chuckled, “No Ma'am... now ain't you the polite one.”Her and James bandied words back and forth, while all I wanted to do was get so I could see her pussy better. She looked at me and said, “ If 'n you want a better look climb on up here.”In 2 seconds flat James and I was standing beside her...swimming was forgotten. She had pulled in her line and lay her pole aside. She asked our names and we told her. “Well.