That’s great, Mom.” I hugged her again.When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.”I wasn’t sure wh...t she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh ... I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to you.”“No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I’m bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work.”“Sorry to hear that.. Now, i’ve seen lots of women before in my profession. I love all women; tall, short, heavy, thin, large breasted and small, but something about this woman, right then and there, gave me such a sexual rush. She married and I could make out her mangalsutra lying against her neck in the exposed section under the gown but she had a very delicate innocent face as if the strain of marriage and sex had not polluted her body or soul. But I knew that sometime soon I would be violating her body sould and. I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not just any black licorice, definitely not the popular ropes that most associate with the candy. The ones I mean are the small tidbits that look like two fluffy pillows stuck together, black on the outside but rich brown when pulled apart. They are actually. I was almost ready to cum again as she licked me clean. "That's good slut." I pushed her back so she fell on the floor. I walked over to where Tara was bent on the frame crying. I bent down and grabbed the alligator clips and squeezed them open, I took them from her breasts. There was a bit of a delayed reaction, then she started screaming as the blood flowed back into her nipples. I massaged her tits between my fingers, making her feel every ounce of pain. I stood straight up and loomed over.