" "What?" "When you're Emma, you're not Henry anymore. When you go into your trance, she takes over, and is free to do what she wants." "But I told yo... I didn't want to do that! I told you I'm straight!" "But Emma, you're a woman. And that's what straight women do. If I had you lick my pussy, you'd be a lesbian. You'd be gay. I was just following your request." "You can't make me do this! You can't hypnotize me to do something I wouldn't want to do!" "Then you must have really wanted to do it. A man can fuck his way and making her dryer and he really doesn’t know where he is going. So right at the moment when it seemed he was about to take her there, she made the innocent mistake that many women often do because they care about our satisfaction. She urged him to cum. So instead of him getting to that spot deep inside her, that he had so skillfully prepared for, he began to rush and took the focus off of her and put it on himself. The few men, who routinely and perhaps unknowingly,. They raised it slowly, inch by inch, the chain and studs biting in deeper.Michael ran his hands over the chain looking how the metal studs were biting into her skin.The bitch was sobbing, quivering as Michael pulled and tugged on the links.They raised herr slowly so he could watch the chains tighten, listening to her screams.Face up the winch slowly raised Megyn off the ground. Her back bent painfully backward.Her arms and legs flayed wildly looking for something to hold on to take the. One of us always on plane, chatting on mobiles from far away airports in the middle of the night, emails, and the ever cherished U.S.-Mail…where letters were passed through to one another, penned from the genuine hand. The intense night sky ruptured open with a booming thunder, lightening slashing through the sky, lighting my way a long the beach, wind ripped through my hair, blowing it behind me as I walked farther out into the darkness. A bevy of stars lit my sky, I took a moment to take in.