I really liked the feel of it in my hand. "Vicky? Try moving your hand up and down it." Davey said in that strained voice."OK."I held his cock loosely...in my hand and moved my fist up and down. How interesting. The loose skin on his cock moved up and almost covered the head and then slid back down to reveal it fully when I moved my hand down."Davey? Is this what you do when you wank?" I asked quietly."Yeah. Sort of." So am I like, giving you a hand job?" Not really." That's good, cause that. " Always, Eva, always."One of the guards goes down the stairs that lead to "the Pleasure Dungeons". Her uniform is neat lead.A beautiful blonde fitness woman with white skin and generous breasts is shackled on a metal cross.“Your beauty, is far from withering”, says the guard touching gently her vagina.“Your neck…I wanna slice it”“Moschke, you will slice, but someone’ else neck”.“I know, but I’d rather yours”The guard kneel and insert her hand inside her, widen it. Moschke clenches her lips and. "Maybe next time, after I walk in here wearing that dress and pumps,which, the way things are going, might be later this afternoon, if Idon't have a heart attack." This fun could continue, you know. I don't mind at all. I am enjoyingdoing this with you. I'll be glad to help you with makeup if you wish.One thing at a time, though. Now, off to the dryer you go. Happythoughts, Dearie!"While I sat under the hood, still in my cape and looking at a magazine,I thought I had been on drugs or something.. Losing their parents had traumatized Layla. She was so afraid of abandonment and unexpected death. The reality was that her brother was responsible for causing so much misery to everyone she loved, but she just couldn’t leave him. He was a part of her now. He’d shown her a side of him no one else had ever seen. Layla didn’t know if it was just his sociopathic nature, or if he genuinely trusted her enough to let her inside his head so she could know him—really know him. During the weekends,.