Then I came to the area on her hair. There was a color selector that covered all the normal colors like blonde, red, brown and black, as well as some ...eird ones like orange, blue and green. I finally decided on blonde. I also had to come up with texture (fine) and length (48 inches, which made her hair hang down to mid thigh).Then I clicked on an icon that said face and suddenly the image on the screen changed from full body to a close-up of the face. The first box I had to fill in was her. She can do nothing but to cry and scream when he hurts her. She couldn't talk a single word. She lost all of her power to defend her self.He untied her legs and dragged her to the toilet by pulling her by her legs. She was pulled over her own shit. He dragged her by her hair and placed her face in the toilet bowl. She was not having any power to resist. Her face lay inside the bowl. She was in the doggie style with her back painted with her own shit.He took the splash gun and splashed the water. It would be hard to explain it to someone who has never done it. The colors were wonderful and detail was implied, but never implemented. You never had to sweat the small things. A painter had to worry about every stroke. A sculptor, every cut of the blade. In glass, simplicity mattered. Errors were easily corrected and most problems could be avoided with adequate planning. The art lay in the choice of glass and how you laid the grain. Simple choices in my mind, more difficult for others. I got. Everything that I had thought aboutgrowing up as to what a woman felt like with her man making her feellike a sex goddess was how I was feeling now."Charlotte, that was the most incredible feeling I have ever felt. Youare becoming a most amazing woman."I felt all warm inside hearing those comments from Ken. I grabbed hishead and, pulling him towards me, began to kiss him with more passionthan I have ever kissed anyone before."You have made me feel so special Ken. I hope this feeling never.