'Agnes sneered with deep satisfaction as she saw the rapist for the first time; naked and leashed, he wriggled on the floor at the feet of a severe ma...ron, wrists tightly bound behind his back while one of the younger nurses delighted in thrashing him. Her face beamed with sadistic pleasure as she cut his striped flesh, and Agnes was delighted to see the male's cock was keenly erect, his balls displayed tight below a harsh scrotal ring, his anus held wide as it clenched at a deliciously large. It just caught me off guard in such a big way.I finally pulled away from her just enough that I could tilt her face upand look into her eyes. What I saw was a look of complete adoration. Ithought of the song called 'The Look of Love' and that was what I saw. Itwasn't just some kind of puppy love look that might be expected from afifteen year old. I could feel that she was pouring her heart out to meand baring her soul. She also looked so vulnerable, like she knew whatwas coming. But it didn't.. Her voice showed the raw emotional state she was in and it took me a moment to formulate a response. A lot of things actually Megan, respect for one, the way you make me feel about myself, common decency and I think there might be a little love sprinkled in there, you know, between all the lust I feel for your beautiful body. I softly responded. Holding her more closely I continued but most of all, you are a wonderful person who deserves the best things in life and you should be treated like. They opened it and rushed in without even knocking. They didn’t know that I was there and were concerned about the place burning down. My car was in the barn so they never saw it.Anyway after a brief discussion we introduced ourselves. Bobbie Jo was the thirty-four-year-old mother, Penelope was her sixteen-year-old daughter, and Marguerite was her fifteen-year-old daughter. I told them that I was thirty-six, single, and a writer. Bobbie Jo had actually read one of my book, in paperback, but at.