It is perfectly balanced and has a grip contoured to exactly fit my hand. It is both firm and yet slightly yielding to my touch.I began to stroke a fe... putts into my practice cup. My partner had told me that I was holding my hands too high so I began to experiment with holding my hands at different positions on the grip – sometimes higher, sometimes lower. As I slowly slid my hands up and down across the surface of the grip a wicked thought flashed through my mind – the second I was aware of it. Something that may be just a bit more meaningful than everything else I do in my position.”“Oh, ok. I guess,” the youth shrugged.The door opened, and both fell silent. With a frown, Xavier noticed the spilled food.“What happened?”“I stumbled and trashed the tray. I am so sorry, master,” Cory bowed. “I was just cleaning up.”“Alright. Don’t fret. How’s our guest of honor doing?” Xavier got closer to the cage and touched the bars, as he looked at the beautiful slave locked inside, who was watching. "What can I do to help her?" He thought, "She is broken, can I fix her? Can I help her become whole again?" He started to panic when a thought delicately whispered in his head, "now you love her like you loved me." Instead of being startled Dave set his jaw with new determination, grasping Nancy's face in his hands, and looked into those eyes. "Nancy Allen, I love you with all my heart, with all my soul. When you first told me your story, I wouldn't judge or condemn you, not my job. Together we. ” she moaned, “Yeees, Maassterr,” Again she felt a wave of shame wash across her. Had she just said that out loud? How could she say that as her rapist was sodomizing her?! “Good girl,” he said and spanked her across her plump, previously milky white ass cheeks. Again, she was surprised by her reaction, she felt proud and happy for his words. Nic at the same time was equally surprised. He had not expected or really cared if she liked it, however with his cock buried in her tight asshole, he.