The anger burning through him turned in on itself and succumbed to the white-hot magma which was Yren’s burning rage. The conflagration spread to hi... arms and legs, to his face and fingers.“FATHER!” The cry was loud, louder than the sounds of the violence around him. So loud that everyone seemed to pause, to glance at the young man in blue armor. Yren couldn’t remember standing, couldn’t figure out how he was suddenly upright. He couldn’t feel the weight of the armor, anymore; he couldn’t feel. . hebrings his knee up between my legs and grinds it into my crotch. I don'tknow if it would be sexy if I were a real girl, but all it does is crushand roll my shrunken cock and balls. He takes the sounds I make asarousal however, moving his hands to grip, and molest, my ass..."Such a sexy little tease aren't you Kitty?" He says pawing me more...moving a hand to grope my breast, "Tell me has anyone ever fucked you inthat cute little ass of yours?" No sir!" I say sounding shocked, seeing the. She took a deep breath and started, “i like to be humiliated, humiliated so much that i cry, even without being touched, humiliated by words, i like to loose control of my emotions, i like to be treated like a worthless slave, a piece of shit, treated like i am dispensable, not worth anything, degraded and objectified, i also like the thought of being spanked until i cant sit down, i like to be treated as a whipping post, whipped, caned, spanked, i like bondage very much and need to be brought. My wife and I loved every minute of the snowfall at the same time others were lost and angry. And let me tell you when my son finally woke up to get ready for school and found out he had a snow day (a regular occurrence where we used to live) he couldn’t keep his excitement bottled up. It was as if he was a child on Christmas morning not the teenager he was. He quickly ate his breakfast and got on his winter gear we had long since stowed away and bolted out the door with his snowboard to the.