Her arms hit him again and again in the arms with no effect. As he finally lets her face dislodge from his for air she lands a fist right on his face....He keeps his head to the side; a drip of blood begins to fall from his mouth. He looks back at her as if nothing happened. He kisses her again quick leaving smeared blood on her lips. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a collar for the young girl, the collar labeled “Princess.” With the leash he attaches to the collar; he takes a seat on the. Think about it, Scotty, while you caress your big brown noodle.”“Take your hand away, Scotty, so I can see the thing to paint it.”“I love to see you getting your boner painted.” When Scotty got home that night it was nearly two-thirty. Lucinda Dalrimple was just sliding into the door of Iris’s apartment when Scotty got to the top of the stairway.“Hi, Scotty,” she called gaily. She was wearing sweat pants and a sweatshirt and was barefoot. Her short blond hair was wildly tousled. She was braless. The pressure released from inside him was unbelievable. The energy in his thrusts never diminished as wave after wave of ejaculation filled me with his seed. I accepted his load willingly and let it flow into my deepest recesses. As I came and drifted into emptiness, I caught a last glimpse of the room around me, past the enormous black shadow covering my body. The doorway seemed like a shining crescent in the blackness. Silhouetted against the dim light was a frail shape impossible not to. ” She continued, pulling my pants down, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. She then grabbed the waistband of my jockey shorts, eased them out over my erection and let then fall to the floor. Kneeling down, she pulled off each of my socks and then standing again, careful not to touch my hard cock, she took my hand and guided me to the bathtub. I stepped in slowly, wincing a bit at the heat of the water. Carefully sitting down, I reached down, cupped my balls and sat down in the.