" The razor's blade brushed up my neck. "They find us and we arrange for them one last experience. A brilliant taste of the erotic and the mystical. T...ey die not with a itchy rope around their necks or a disgusting pistol wound at their temples – hold it ... there! - but in the passionate embrace of a vampire. They die touching magic, Sal. Through us they attain an aesthetic suicide." The blade tickled my cheek. "Legally, we only photograph specters of death. No different than your average. A milky, creamy substance dripped and splashed all over him. He shook his head, lifting his neck and sticking his tongue out for more. The woman skidded her ass across his tongue, and he swallowed as much of her pussy juice as he could. The other men clapped. I didn’t know whether to clap or go untie the poor fellow. The hot whip lashed out again, slapping across one woman’s breasts. She stuck them out further, thrust her head back and crashed down on the dick even harder. Her mouth opened and. He stared head-on at the sweet, puffing lips of Stella’s pussy, just as he had projected in her mind. Her fingers still twined through his hair, but as he ceased to push his influence into her, she froze. She grabbed his hair again, then, trying to pull him to his feet. But it was too late. Abraham dove in, his tongue roughly flicking over her swollen clit as his hands wrapped around her waist and grabbed the firm roundness of her ass. He brought one hand around to the front of her body, and. I thought this was all I could ask for having not found a man that truly dominated me. He liked to tie me to the wall and use different instruments on my ass, pussy and tits to stimulate them and at times punish them. I submitted to each with a want to please him completely. I was just getting a bit bored with things.Friday came and I was chained to the bed by the leash and he was explaining how things would be tonight for his little party. As the flogger came down over my tits he ask did.