Her finger tipsas she disappeared over the edge, eyes open wide, so green, so full oflife.***"No no God no..." Seanna crashed out of bed, thumping th... wood floorhard. She staggered some steps, then fell to scrambling on hands andknees to the hallway.Peering over the edge, it took some time before she could make sense ofit: below, the air, or matter itself, was spinning counterclockwise ina whirlpool. A high-pitched scream, a gale wind, drowned all othersound.Dante swirled on the outer edge. Next my panties are pulled down, stretched between my knees. Delicious anticipation as I hear the clink of belt buckle and then a zipper being pulled down, soft fabric noise of pants and underwear.....then.Grasping the toilet back harder, getting ready.His hand on my hip, the other feeling for that sweet spot, fingers probing guiding himself in.I can feel the big purple head at my opening.... pushing inwards, I'm so slick there's little resistance.He doesn't hold back. This is not going to be a. I looked around and found a boy who seemed to be the leader of a small troop of half a dozen other boys. He was about 11 or 12 years old, and led the others without bullying them.I waved him to me, and he came over after a moment's thought. That caution was something else to be admired. I said, "Howdy, Son? My name is John Wilson. I have a business proposition for you. How would you like to make two-bits a week working for me?" My name is Aaron Blumberg. That is good money, but what would I. "He complied with her order, and she smiled at the sight of his batteredand bruised buttocks, testaments, both, of her superior status, of herpower and authority, of her dominance and control over him, her subject.Her cunt was a river."For the next set of photographs," she announced, "I will require somespecial equipment. Remain where you are while I retrieve it."What was coming next? he wondered. A riding crop? A bamboo cane? Abullwhip? He never should have agreed to model for these.