Brace your self I'm going to hold your leg so you don't act stupid...' He let go of my neck and stepped back slightly as I tried to lick his chest and...stomach to his crotch. It was no easy task as he kept my leg up and me off balance. I took hold of his rigid tool out of necessity as I worked my lips over his midsection. Finally I Ask '...let me get on my knees I'll do what you want and not fight...' His reply was simple '...fight if you want I'll still get what I want...' Condoning myself to. She ran her hand over the strait, black pubic hair that lived up to its owner's nickname "fur," it felt smooth and silky. The inner lips hung limp within the lager outers ones and almost covered the entrance to her vagina. The brown hole below her sex was covered in black pubic hair and it took her by surprise. She hadn't thought about Ronda's asshole staring up at her while she—did what? 'Eat her out, ' she thought. That was what her friends had called it, but she didn't really know what that. ' She needed to reason me out of it. 'That doesn't make sense. If you like them so much, why do you have to hurt them? That's not logical.' Shows what she knew about sadism and mutilation. 'Because, fucking look at them, they're fucking perfect. You're fucking perfect.' 'No I'm not, but that's not a reason, not a valid one.' 'Then, how about this? Because I like hurting them. I like what I can do to them. I like how they torture. I like hurting nipples. When in truth that was only the barest part of it.In retrospect his mother’s behaviour should have given him a clue to that fact. As she was now, Helen was hardly the epitome of Love and Obedience; she had learnt how to act from him. Her recent actions diverged so far from the loving and affectionate woman she had been when he had first given her the Ring that it actually made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach. His first time with his mother had been almost magical in how perfectly sexy.