SMACK! SMACK! Her mind was with Him. She could feel His handdoing this to her. She moaned louder, finally hearing the words she had beendying to hear...."Cum NOW Ana!!! Cum now, like the slut you are. Pull those clamps off aswell, NOW," Weston ordered. Ana bucked on the bed as the final smacks brought her over the edge. Shepulled the clamps off her nipples in one fluid motion. The intensity was overwhelming,making her scream out over and over as the shooting fire exploded deep in herbelly. Her. .. your sorry and spent masculinity displayed in a jar, it’s humiliating arrival there discussed with much pleasure at many a social gathering by the new owner.” Creed’s yearning to masturbate increased on witnessing the masterful cruelty of the woman, and the mutual pleasure shown by Lumsden in his masochism, his cock rigid at the promise of it being used to perpetuate the cutting humiliation of his total surrender to womanhood long after his death at their hands. Agnes’s next line had both. I took three or four pictures before I got one I was happy with and it was soon on my phone waiting to be texted over to Jerome.I figured I would wait until later that night to send it and begin my text chat with Jerome. My husband would more than likely be tired from his day at work, and want to call it an early night. My daughter being the teenager she was, would spend the evening after dinner in her room which meant I would be all alone in the living room to be allowed to privately text. "Go on, get your Ph.D. Make me proud." It took a while, Gabby. There was that ill-fated detour loosely termed a marriage, but I did it," Danny said out loud.Her phone rang. Wingate was calling her again."The employer wants a photograph, a headshot would be fine, he said," Wingate said."Why?" Don't know." All right, I'll send one right now," Danny said as she sat at her computer, thinking that the philanthropist was probably a dirty old man. Maybe she should send a photo of her wearing a bikini..