She said nothing; he would be mortified and besides, she got a little thrill out of being on display. On this day Janet decided to take it up a notch....She rolled over onto her stomach, reached back and undid her bikini top. Tim was transfixed, watching her lay there sunning her bare back and perfect ass which was hardly covered by the tiny bikini bottom. "C'mon, roll over!" Tim said to himself, as he started to get hard. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim, Janet slowly turned over,. I pity them as I pity the one who had to die, for they will never know their purpose. I have realized my purpose. I am an angel of death. I never fear nor desire nor hunger for anything of this world. I desired once before, and the cause of my temporary ignorance was blotted out from this cursed earth forever. Now I walk freely among those who desire, those who search in vain because they have not and will never find the cause of their soul’s anguish: the lack of a purpose for existence. Oh,. She felt like normally when a submissive was punished in this manner they were expected to count them off, but she hadn’t been told to – or how many to expect – so apparently it was her lot to simply not know. A third blow landed and her voice was reduced to a pitiful whimper, her toes curling into the thick carpet, her bound hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her. A fourth strike and she whimpered again, squirming as she waited for the fifth and it landed heavily. Mentally she. Her breasts brushed mine. Masturbating, for me anyway, is almost like dreaming, where images and memories shift quickly. I can picture Ashley’s tongue in my ear and an instant later it’s inside my cunt and suddenly it’s in my mouth and it all makes sense. I recalled the leathery smell of her hair and the peachy taste of her cunt, the puffy ends of her breasts near the back of my throat and her lips against mine. I opened my eyes to find the dildo. A condom was already out of its package. The.