You wonder if I just opened a knife. I did. Your spread thighs look like a creamy white canvass, on which I’ll create a stinging, painful masterpiec.... One small cut on the left thigh, one on the right… A slightly longer drag of the blade… When I started I was closer to your knees, but now each poke and slice brings me closer to your pussy. I lay the blade against your cunt lips, not cutting, but so you can feel the cold metal against your clit. Without any real warning I lift your legs and push. He presses more as he says this and I fight my gag reflex and the urge to push him, he continues invading my throat and just pulls back almost fully to come on my tongue.- Now swallow Dani.I obey directly this time and drink his filthy man juice.- That's better! Report to the HR on Monday for your training, now enough good time, get back to work!I'm terrified and expect the worse, what's going to happen next week?I leave the room with Sir Vatier and we go back to our office, he then explains to. But a cut cock! There wasnothing prettier! She loved the way the balls rose inside thecontracted pouch of the silken scrotum, to hug the base, or root, of aman's organ; she loved the tight tangle of pubic curls that decorated aman's groin; she loved the way the reddened flesh became taut upon thestiff, standing shaft; she loved the way the glans swelled, ripeningfrom pink to purple, as it, like the rest of the penis, became engorgedwith blood. She loved the way a man's thighs quivered and. I just don't want to be alone!" Okay, but don't blame me if you don't wake up in the morning because you've been crushed flatter than a pancake!" I won't!"After brushing their teeth, they headed in and crawled between the cool, clean cotton sheets of Mark's king-sized bed. Wearing only a pair of cut-off sweatpants as pajamas, Mark laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head. Danni, in her flannel jersey, snuggled up to his side, soon dozing peacefully.A couple of hours later, Mark.