Tearssprung in my eyes and I tried pushing him away. He raised my sari andfingered my cunt. Then I felt a deep searing pain in my choot as Ifelt somet...ing forcing its way in. I tried to shout but immediately hehad his hand on my mouth. It was as if I was being sliced open with aknife. I was hurt. Finally the live rod being inserted stopped andthen he started thrusting it in and out. In the meantime, my breastwas being badly mauled. I could feel the pain lessening as he kept onpumping in me.. That's how I fooled myself.* * *Photograph 8A companion piece, you might say, to photograph seven. Together, theyform a kind of diptych. This photograph seems to be taken in someone'sapartment. There is the usual clutter: magazines strewn about, wires andcables snaking across the floor, dirty glasses, colorless broken-backedcouch--a typical bachelor's "paradise." I'm wearing one of those sillyfrilly French maid's outfit from a sex costume shop. I'm sitting in thelap of a black man, his. I leave the room for a minute and come back without you even knowing I have left, I come back down to your, now very erect cock, and again run my tongue around you crown. Your whole body flenches, as I have an ice cube in my mouth. Sharing the ice as I lick and gently suck on your balls. I am stroking your shaft as I do. The heat from your cock, melts the ice quickly. I resume the feather touching, but with my finger tips this time.Up and down, ever so slowly taking a few seconds now and. ’ I groaned again and wanted to die. Why wouldn’t the pain go away? ‘Drink this,’ she said as I felt a cool metal cup at my lips. I opened my mouth and sipped lightly. It was foul. I gagged and almost threw up on Maggie. ‘Have no stomach for it, eh, lassie? Well, that just be to bad. Drink,’ this time, my lips were forced open and drink was forced down my throat. I gagged and choked, but I must have gotten enough down to satisfy her, because she stopped forcing me and cleaned my face up with.