And that last morning when you slipped out of my bed and arms, I wanted to cry so badly. I knew then that you would never make love to me again, in th...t amazing way that always leaves me weak and quivering inside. But I cherish what we had together, and always will. In my head, in my heart, and in my loins.Never before you had I ever imagined I would have a lover like you. Selfless, thinking only of me most times, and I know willing to fight and even die for me. When those guys hurt you, you. “„Ich helfe dir.“ Ich schwebte zu dem Dämon der seine Waffe hob.„Hey hey ganz ruhig. Bewachst du was wichtiges?“ fragte ich.„Was du wissen?“ grunzte der Dämon.„Nichts, der Typ da meinte nur wenn du weg wärst schlüge er zu. Keine Ahnung was er meinte.“Das reichte schon. Der Dämon schlurfte los und ich glitt in den Riss. Dann wurde alles weiß.Ich schlug die Augen auf. Ich lebte. Aber es war komisch. Anders. Was war hier los. Ich war in freier Natur. Vor mir plätscherte ein Fluss. Ich ging zum. ”Madame Wanda picked up the bullwhip and retreated a few steps.“You’re such a piece of shit; I cannot, even though I should, refer to you as my slave.”She cracked the whip expertly; it had a relatively short thong measuring four feet, and the shock of the sonic boom made the Captive stiffen. The thong just missed his balls.“The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip. Why don’t we go inside and order dinner?”Fran and I wanted the soup and salad bar. Robert ordered some kind of steak. When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Robert smiled at me and said, “.We are done except for a mango cream pie to take home. Please bring the check.”Once inside Robert’s place I gave him a hug with serious kisses. Fran made hugging difficult because she was trying to undress Robert as I was pulling him close. I finally had to pull away and let Fran finish. Fran started.