At the same time the painful thrill of electricity snapped at her nipples and delicate petals whilst causing her deep muscles to spasm, heightening th... sensation of repeated penetration. She struggled her mittened hands opening and clenching in their leather prisons. Every now and again she would gasp or let out a yelp whilst Lord Cosby looked on.The penetrator was pounding in and out of her now, slow, rhythmic, forceful, the mutton grease melting with her body heat and mixed with her own. She was much too excited to eat. She simply waited like a puppy waiting for its master to return home. Soon the Subway was almost empty. She glanced at her watch and saw that lunchtime was almost gone. She hadn’t given any thought to what would happen if no one with a red shirt entered. Now she had nervous butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to please Jaydee more than anything. She was so grateful that he accepted her pledge to do anything and everything to please him. She could remember. I gave him my details and the next thing I new he was on his was and after I had a quick shower and got my bed ready there was a knock on the door and when I answered it there stood a 48 year old 6ft tall bloke. We shook hands and and I invited him in. We went into my room and he told me to get undressed nice and slow for him while he layed on the bed. I started taking off my shirt one button at a time and let it fall to the floor, I then started to undo my trousers and as soon as I had stepped. What if there was some sort of cat fight? I was excited for the imagination of that. But I’ve seen women’s UFC, when there’s a real fight between women, it’s less sexy.“I think we’re all going to have to have fights,” Xiomara frowned, “Just don’t hit anyone Dean.”“I’ve never hit anyone!” Xiomara glared at me, “Except Zoë, that once, in third grade. She had been literally kicking me for an hour.”“Yeah, your legs were all bruised until you were done being grounded,” Xiomara smiled, “I’d have.