.. waiting for a few ten or so seconds, but even then, no answer. So there she was, squatted on the dirty floor, looking at that soft shaft which was ...ight before her.She extended one of her hand, running her index finger across the underbelly of the soft shaft, so that it'd be pointing right towards her. Only this little motion was enough to make sure the cock before her was alive. Feeling it throb against her finger, blood filling it's veins, the shaft slowly but surely getting bigger before. She kept her nipple on my mouth and I started drinking milk. It was so horrible taste. I immediately got up her lap and said taste is not nice. She got angry n she stopped talking with me. After dinner was over she was feeding baby n she kept looking me angrily. I went near her n asked for ordinary milk which I used to drink daily before going to bed. She said there is no milk. She started acting aggressively with me and I couldn’t resist it. I switched off all lights, we used to sleep together. I put the bottle beside the dildo. It is time to start the show. I switch on the electric transformer connected to the clips and cuff my hands behind my back. The release key should fall for about one hour. I announce that everything is set up and they can start tipping to see if it works. I can feel some faint electric shocks on the clips. I explain that than bigger the tip the bigger electric shock will be. I'm keep smiling and encouraging my audience "Come on guys – hit me harder I. The Sadism gestated like a fetus inside of My blessed Uterus. By graduation time I developed a hunger to seriously hurt and torment boys. More than that, I began to fantasize about medieval instruments of torture, of whips and crops, of canes and bondage. My fantasies became intensely erotic the more I toyed with and abused My little dumbnuts classmates. My little girlfriends became so proud of the powerful orgasms they provoked in Me, little understanding it was not their tongues but My own.