When I felt my ass close around just the head, I gasp. It hurt a lot, but I tried to stay calm, and I knew the pain would soon be pleasure. He pushed ...nto me further, and I let out and, he could then tell it was hurting me. “You doing okay?” “Yeah,” I said. It just hurt. A lot. “Just thrust into me, please. Get the pain over with.” I had always been a pussy with pain. Ironic? “Alli, that’s going to hurt.” “And this right now does…” “Fair enough. Remember pain becomes pleasure.” I nodded and. With that blindfold on, every kiss, every nibble, every lick was accentuated! And the feather, just a whisper in contrast to every nibble.Oh, God! I started to moan in the shower, remembering all those sensations. Remembering Michael and I climaxing together in my bed. Feeling his stiff, thick shaft moving in and out of me, I slid my free hand down and pushed two fingers into my tight, yearning pussy.Oh. My. God! Oh, God! Yes, yes, Michael.Seeing him in my mind's eye ramming me hard. Seeing. Pursing her lips, Lyana hobbled to the door and asked a maid in the hall to have breakfast sent to her room. She needed peace and quiet to think. Going forward to wreaking more vengeance and garnering more punishment… the idea made her want to weep. But she couldn’t turn her back on her people’s memory. She’d vowed to avenge them. And Leonard thought that she had some kind of decision to make. Last night he had seemed enraged. As if what he was doing was more than punishment, it was to teach. With my last story i got overwhelmed response. Lots of new friends found amongst those one became very special to me. I got a add friend request on yahoo messenger with a name Preeti and i accepted her. Things were very jolly in the nature. She was working girl, working in a corporate in Business Development Unit. She was very friendly and within a week time we became very comfortable talking to each other. She belongs to Hyderabad whereas i stay in Delhi which makes her more comfortable to.