The first time he came to me in a dress I was repulsed. Theidea of feeling nylon hose on someone else's leg, of lifting a dress, offeeling a bra unde... a silky blouse did not turn me on in the least. Thenthe first time I placed my hand on his thigh while we kissed and felt thesmoothness I became curious. The familiarity of the way he kissed meallowed me to get past the strangeness of the clothes on his body.It took more than once to get comfortable with it. He was patient with meand I tried so. “Please show me what you mean.”Ophelia quickly dragged over a heavy six foot chain which clanked on the floor. In her other hand she held an adjustable cock ring. “Mistress Flavia, please let me attach this ring tightly around the prisoner’s ball-sack and then attach the heavy chain to it. That way, while the prisoner is tied up, there will be a serious weight hanging down from his balls and giving him extra pain. Whether he’s standing still or jerking around from the whipping he’s going to. Wo mast ho chuki thi,fir wo thora upar uthi apni pussy ki taraf bend hui or uska muh khula usne apni toungue bahar nikali or uski toungue se behta hua saliva uski pussy pe girne laga,ab mere muh ko uski pussy ka rass or muh ka saliva dono mix ho ke mil rahey the or dono ka taste bhi aa raha tha,,fir mai ruka or uski pussy ko shorh ke uski toungue seBehta aa raha saliva ke agay apni toungue kar di abb uske muh se uska saliva sida mere muh mai aa raha tha,,tabi mera ek hath uski choot pe fir. There was no other choice.The crowd roared louder and louder. They were excited. Did they think I would die? Had Kurtis won his battle? Lost?I couldn’t let my focus fade. I had to keep it on his sword and—He slashed at me and I flowed into his guard. I was inside of him and thrust my sword into his belly. I plunged my tulwar deep. Flames burned up his body. His woody skin charred, but he didn’t even flinch.His elbow slammed into my head.I stumbled back, my sword almost yanked out of my grasp.