There is very little that can compare to the crowds during Carnivale season on Sin Street. Shrouded in a bedazzled mask of scarlet and black, I delica...ely thread my way through the drunken revelers. My two bodyguards brace the path in front of me, insurances from my betrothed that my virtue remain reputably intact. In other words, no one is allowed to touch me – except him of course. As if my demeanor and companions do not clarify my submission, I wear a collar of equal vibrance to my mask, I. I told her that not every man is a bastard like her ex boyfriend, and she acknowledged that. Donna went upstairs for a wash round as she was sweaty and she could see what might happen, also Kays hair was also wet, when I’d called her round she’d just got out of the shower and thru something on.As she sat at the table I told her how pretty she was, she smiled and brushed my leg, as I leaned forward and touched the inside of her thigh just above the knee through her black leggings. Donna appeared. A cry that was in protect to the womanextremely hard bite of the head of his cock. As she moved away he saw a slighttrace of blood on her lips, and he knew she had drawn a minor amount of blood.The man?s fear rose again, blood pumping, adrenalin in over time after his bodygetting so relaxed and close to an orgasm and being brutally brought from thathope. He yelled at her, with muffled cries of anger through his gag, he wantedto be free of this dangerous, psychotic woman. Laughing a dark object. “I’d fight her for you. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m OCD, paranoid schizophrenic, and manic depressive. I’d have to kill too many people and tie you up in the basement. I’m just not ready for the responsibility of a man.”“You know that’s not how relationships work, don’t you, Nicki?”“Oh, yeah. It’s like you said about your cock. My head knows but my body is slow at getting the message. I hope I didn’t fuck things up last night. You’ll still be my friend, won’t you?” she asked.“Of course.