It’s a crying shame to say I can not see a day when I will let go of this thrill and rush I get with every infliction of pain to my body. Help me, L...rd! The clock on the night stand next to Cassius displayed in large red numbers the time of two in the morning, so she persuaded herself to get some sleep. She silently hoped that perhaps she and Cassius would just enjoy the rest of their visit sex-free. Much to her mixed feeling of chagrin and pleasure, she was awakened by her friend’s strong. As we left the bathroom going back into the bedroom, she told her husband to hurry up and not keep her waiting, or the punishment would be more severe.After we were back in the bedroom, I took the time alone with her to explain that I was not really the submissive type. It was o.k. with me if she wanted to talk to her husband like that and boss him around, but that it was not for me. She asked me if I was more of the dominate type, and I explained that I was not really dominate or submissive -. It was no use, the tentacles had a firm hold on her, and she would have to suffer the sweet agony of a climax, unhindered. She felt herself ready to explode, with white lights beginning to form in front of her eyes. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m… gonna...!” she let out hastily. Her chest clenched up, and her vocal chords tensed so her mouth could only let out a silent scream. Charley exhaled audibly as she felt a hot rush run through her cervix, and past the knobbed phallus. A wave of. Her hair doesn't hang down, though."When you volunteered to serve the Confederacy and asked me to go with you, I became your concubine, your property. You own me; I belong to you. My body is yours to use in any way you wish. I promised to serve and please you, and to give you as many children as I can. There is no requirement to love you. I choose to love you, and I will serve and please you and give you children as long as you want me to." Tonight is Hannah's night. Tomorrow night, I am going.