When it came near pussy, I thought it better to take diversion and went through her thigh. She quietly protested and dragged my hair and kept on her p...ssy hair. This was the first time I was smelling pussy and did not like it – it smelled something like mashed brinjal and I quickly moved down and completed a round and another. I now wanted to see her naked and told her to get out of bed and stand.I immediately switched on the light and she as a reflex hid her two nipples with her hand and with. "You don't say things that mean and that often without believing something. I am going to prove you wrong. Now, will you let me please you willingly, or... ?" and he held up the ropes.He saw her shiver as she looked at the ropes, and he knew that they held real terror for her. Silently, he pled with her not to make him do what Will must have done. She didn't make him. "Wh... what do you want me to do?" she whimpered."Good. First, get rid of the towel. I am going to see and touch every inch of. Underground and Terror groups, revolutions and uprisings of suppressed groups of society are after all a common theme thru ought all ages and societies, but especially human history. There is, or should I say was, a female teacher in the girl’s side of Union School who took it on herself to educate the girls. Not impartially as a teacher should, giving students the chance to develop their own ideas out of the samples and teachings given, but instead give them hundreds of examples of human. At least, that is what they all would have you believe. Kyra was different. There was just some indefinable... SOMETHING that made me believe she was the real deal. It was not so much what she said as the way she said it that spoke of a woman who had truly "been there, done that." Naturally, a lot of snerts in the room asked the obvious, stupid question: "Are you REALLY a...?" She artfully deflected their inquiries, reminding them of the name and nature of the room and playfully suggesting.