We both started to laugh. You raise your cup, “To life and all the craziness it brings.” “Here here.” I respond sipping the tea. It was helpin....We ate and I settled down quite a lot. My ass was still sensitive and my jaw sore when I chewed but none the worse for wear. We cleaned up the dishes from breakfast and went to sit in the living room. You were scratching your groin and I was scratching my ass. We both laughed again, feeling much more relaxed and comfortable. You look at me, “One more. Each girl would be in severe restraints which would consist of leather belts around upper thigh and ankle, rope would be tied around the upper shin and lower thigh behind the bent knee with the tail used to pull the legs spread apart. Another belt would hold the lower abdomen and hips down to the table. The wrists would be cuffed and attached to the side of a high posture collar. To prevent biting injury and decrease the screaming tube gags would be used. A blow-torch would be used to heat the. Minds as we all know, have a mind of their own. That sounds very redundant and repetitive but as I assume you are among the living, I ask you to think about it.We all have our other halves. My question to you is how often do you communicate with it. The answer is, “Frequently,” but not in the way you believe. It’s basically where our dreams come from. When our brains calm down and go idle, the Spirit can have a little more control.Dreams can tell us about things. Events that need to be reviewed. "Slower," she whispered hoarsely.I tried to control my lust, worried that she was still too weak. Eventually, we fell into a nice rhythm. Our movements became fluent and synchronized. I had the feeling that I was detached from reality and that only the two of us existed. Her moans became louder with every thrust. I was barely able to breathe. Then it came. She shuddered and cried out as I erupted inside her.I lay beside her, watching her pretty face. She smiled and snuggled closer to me."I will.