I felt that when I was crying my tears were made of glass because they hurt as they came out razor edges carving bloody scars down my cheeks dropping ...ike bullets onto my heaving chest, dividing lines around my heart, stilling my flowing stream of consciousness into a stagnant pool of sharp edged and bitter regret. My whole being became pain. I was a soul writhing in a sea of boiling agony and I screamed like a wolf that howls in mourning. I screamed like a bird that soars across the horizon.. I know that it will help me and there is no one I could trust as I do you, to give me the kind of spanking that we both know I need." Kimmy, I am not just a boss and a friend, I'm a guy. As a guy, I see you as a really pretty girl. If we do this, the guy part of me might be enjoying it more than I should, you need to know that." Jimmy, it only seems fair that you should get a benefit from helping me. If you find that you enjoy spanking me, I will be happy for you." It sounds like you have. It was hard to tell. He waited for a moment then was sure he felt another push. He was afraid to return the push, for fear he was imagining things, doing a lot of wishful thinking. Then it happened again and there was little doubt his mom was pushing her pussy against his hard-on. In answer he flexed his cock. He knew the movement would be so minor she would barely feel it, but if she had pushed, it would be enough, if she hadn't it wasn't so strong that it would feel like he was trying to fuck. .. " And you will have more... a lot more and soon my dear. Now I have some beautiful statues to show you."He ushered her to the chapel and a door at the dark end of that main room of the first floor. He lead her down an old flight of stairs to the next level. As he stood at the door he paused saying, "I'm sure you will recall that the olden churches were sometime fascinated with statuary. In fact pretty explicit statuary of various forms of sexuality. When we opened these stairs as we.