Once again I followed her instructions but as I snapped away couldn't help thinking about the vulnerable position she was in and how easy it would be ...o abuse her trust. My cock was leaking pre-cum into my boxers by now and the desire to leap onto the bed and stick my cock in one of her wet holes was never far from my mind. 'My hubby likes to see me punished for being such a whore, you'll find a riding crop in that bag, I need you to apply a little corporal punishment to my ass cheeks. Some. Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, and I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting fantasies, can sprout from as long as you write them. Hell, if you want, you can just straight up make a diary, though keep in mind people will be able to read it. I waited for him to say something,but instead he held up a jar of some kind of cream, dipped his fingersinto it and started smearing it onto his face and neck. Some text ranacross the bottom of the screen, but I was too busy watching the lotionbeing applied to take in what it said.Another cream followed, and then some kind of powder. Lines were markedout on the cheeks and temples, and then blurred with the aid of varioussponges. I watched in fascination as first the young man's complexionwas. In an instant, he was there, looking at her small, fragile body through the broken glass as she cleared the shelves. Arthur cleared his throat, startling her. She pulled a small dagger from a rag which was tied around her slender thigh. “Stay away,” she said shakily, “Don’t come any closer.” She started to slowly back away, stumbling over the old, rusted cans and parts of rubble. “I’m not here to hurt you,” Arthur said as softly as he could. She lowered her dagger slightly before raising it.