The burn of the leather on his skin. But how he would love to have the feeling of anticipation. Not knowing when it would happen. He just could not gi...e that feeling to himself. Here he was, stuck on this sculpture in the night. A beautiful woman standing in front of him, crop in hand. And he was terrified. Before he would think of how to prepare himself, she had flicked her wrist and sent the leather slapping against his thigh. He winced and hissed through her panties. Sophi made no facial. You aren’t supposed to judge a girl on her tits and ass. That makes me want to do it.To treat her like body parts.I am body parts. Only my whore brain keeps them together. I want to be totally used.Like the whore you are.I am a scumbag whore. The guys are going to abuse you during the rape.I hope they hit me.They’ll punch you in the stomach.They’ll slap you in the face.Like the stupid white bitch I am.They’d spit on you. Your face and hair would be covered in spit.Mark me as male. Nonna’s arm on my shoulder slipped to my waist, pulling me closer to her as she pressed her body against mine. The wine, her fragrant and sexy perfume, and the pressure of her soft body against mine were having an undesirable effect and I could feel my cock swelling and hardening, which caused Nonna to press her stomach even more firmly against it.The track ended and Nonna eased away from me, her hand sliding from my back to reach between us to run her fingers over the bulge of my cock through. I showed her some pictures and she swore that theywere not of me. She said I made a beautiful woman and then it was myturn to become as red as the mistletoe berries on their tree.Dana's mom stays in a bad situation, but I cannot say she is notstrong. I can tell she is; she stays for her kids. She also staysbecause she loves Ross. I know he is a good provider, and will do whathe can for his family. He is just flawed. I know we are all flawed butthe difference is he does not his imperfections.