It looked wild, his eyes were wide open and his lips were parted in an evil looking grin. "The sod's getting off on this," I fumed, "I don't think he ...s even in control of himself." I was really scared now. Perhaps he wouldn't stop until he'd permanently scarred me.If the pain from the strap was bad, the cane was far, far worse. I was certain he'd cut me and I was bleeding. Relentlessly he applied stroke after stroke. I lost count and just prayed to pass out but I didn't. Eventually he threw. She looked like she could easily eat most of the food on the tray, even despite her slight size. Sitting on the bed his mostly turgid cock lay along his muscled thigh, twitching occasionally at the sight of her. His mind whirled with thoughts of what he would like to do with her, no, to her. He pushed those thoughts down and tried to remember that once he had been a civilized man. The longer he looked at her, the more the animal instinct in him cried out. Cried out to take her, to ravish he, to. I grunted with every jab, harmony of our grunts and her sounds were like music making my excitement ride higher and higher.Even she was getting more comfortable with the situation, or rather being taken over by her own unfulfilled desire. I felt her tongue moving inside her mouth and brushing my lips. She caught hold of my lower lips and started to suckle on it.I think she was readying for her second orgasm of the evening. I felt her teeth digging on to my lips with a passion that prior to this. While I try to think of words I can say she breaks my thought.“Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His attitude? Did you look at his car?”I shrug; these were a part, though only small, but what are right words? “I know,” is all I can at last say. “It was not right.”“Just instinct then?”I ask her what is instinct, and she explains that it is feeling of animals that leads them to act without thinking. I know men may do in this way too, my reasons were not so but I can find no better way to.