He sits and watches me writhing and whimpering, my head tossing back and forth, my hips arching. Slowly the sensation fades. My body relaxes, slightly... ‘There, my sweet, I think that’s a lesson you will remember?’ He asks. ‘Yes, Master’ I whisper. He reaches for a mirror, showing me my clit, peeking out between my bare puffy lips, jutting out hard and red. The black silken cords framing my red clit hold my attention in the mirror. The pad of His finger rolls across my clit, and I arch my back. She was slim with a beautiful face and her hair curled over her ears and ended at her shoulder. The top she was wearing was not too tight nor too loose. It moved ever so slightly as her thumb tickled her nipple. Barely noticeable.I might have had a little smile on my face as I sat down again. I had been right.As if right on cue, she changed her position. She now held the book with both hands. Her thumbs were on the bottom margin and the book rested in her palms. Her legs were in the same. I swallowed as fast as I could and got a belly full. She was creaming and had a few more orgasms on my face. We both laid back for a minute and then she turned around, pulled my cock out and sucked me dry. She said she needed a little more for supper.After a rest we both went to a nearby stream to wash off. We talked about what we were doing and she said that she never imagined doing what we were doing with Lightning. She said that she was enjoying it a lot and asked if we had to stop when we. Oh what a terrible thing to have happen.My party plans it surely would dampen.Why couldn't they simply get a long?Why must war be their song?Well I'll tell you why, and you listen good.This must be understood. You see these people are buffoonswith the brains of baboons!The men planned a secret meeting in the galley.You know the one it's right down the alley.Here they would make pans galore,and laugh to the dance of the town whore."We must make weapons! We must make guns!If we don't then the.