I move a little closer, snuggling against his side shyly, and he puts his arm around me. I didnt mean to become romantically involved with someone, es...ecially a junkie I met at an NA meeting, but here I am, cuddling Curtis on my couch. Hes twitching a little, but I think hes calming down. He turns to look at me, then places his left hand on my right thigh, and his lips are pressing against mine. This kiss is sweet, his soft lips gently touching mine, his tongue very shyly parting my lips to. I began getting frustrated by the arrogance of my guest. "Whatever, do you want my help or not? I also noticed that your clothes and your room look like shit, and you should also shave more regularly. Ladies may dig moustaches, but they surely don't like neckbeards."I decided it was probably the best idea to give in if I ever wanted to get rid of him. "Fine, I'll improve my diet, I'll clean my room, and I'll buy some Hugo Boss or whatever you think looks great. Anything else?" Yes", he said. I wine like a dog. And Barebo waits, stretched on the table, according Luslayla's counting having suffered no more than twenty lashes. It may be a hundred in reality. The torture goes on, Barebo's screams of pain getting more and more loud. I hit with my full force to avoid repetitions. At forty three the girl loses consciousness. Cold water is poured on her and the whipping continues to fifty. In a weak voice the punished girl thanks me for the treatment, calling me "Madam" again. I let her. She went on about how odd it was for a dog to be de-clawed and to have filed down the pads on his feet. I asked "Why would some one do that to a dog?" She just kept talking about Blue's particularities and then got to the part about his sheath being surgically adjusted. At that point she called Blue and he came right up to her. Andrea took a hold of his collar and pushed his rump down so he sat and then pushed his head down so Blue was on his side with his belly facing me in the next chair. She.