On some nights after watching some real good BDSM movies I get out my various size ropes and little chains with locks and strip naked. I put the chain... on my ankles and leave them loose until later. I have several toys that are made for torturing my cock and balls. I have a large locking chastity device that has little spikes on the inside of it that will cause a lot of pain should I get a hard-on which I do. It has even drawn a little blood at times and I have been in such a frizzy that I. "Death shall not take me," he muttered. "Death shall never take me."He had watched others taken by Death. He had watched as his sister's glowing face was shrouded by the cloak of Death, his scythe whistling down to slice cleanly through the sinew and blood vessels of her delicate throat. He had watched his wife attempt to run from the spectral figure. Death had just glided towards her, undaunted, and finished his dark work.Then Death had turned to James. Past the black cloak, past the bones. It felt so amazing. There is no way to describe the feeling my pussy had when his cock was moving in me. My eyes would close, my nipples hardened, my body tingled all over me and my pussy pounded. Damon was moaning each time his tip hit the back walls of my pussy. In and out his cock went. I placed my hands on his chest so I could get more leverage. Up and down my hips went. Damons hips left the ground to meet me, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I sat up and leaned back while. It was well over an hour when Mike and Dave saw Jeff playing down the last hole. Word quickly spread that the match was all even. Jeff's opponent hit his second shot twenty feet from the hole. Jeff's drive was farther and he hit his approach shot second - his ball stopped twelve feet from the hole.Dave thought that Jeff was in the driver's seat because he had the shorter birdie putt but his opponent sank his twenty-foot putt first. Jeff's twelve-foot putt suddenly seemed like forty feet. He.