” The truth was I didn’t want him to touch me. I felt terrible but it was how I felt. I knew then that I had a long hard road ahead of me. I was ...oing to suffer for what I had started but what hurt me the most was knowing the pain I was going to cause other, innocent people. People who didn’t deserve such treatment. I lay back on the bed where I drifted into a restless, exhausted sleep and the last words I heard were, “Good night my love. I will be here if you need me.” As reality faded. But, I really think there's an opportunity there for something new. A beautiful figure in stone is art. Why isn't a beautiful figure in flesh art, too?'"Because we don't accept the results of fucking as art.'"Yes, we do. A deer in the woods, an eagle soaring... '"Carl, pigeons pooping on the porch is not art. Although some of the stuff they get grants for isn't much more than that.'"Some people think fucking is art, you know — at least, pictures of it. But I think I know how to capture this.. Smooth and clean" The hair on my body all disappeared leaving me smooth all over."please stop doing this to me" I typed"Really, you want me to stop now and leave you like this? I was going to put you back as you were when I have finished my fun, maybe even improve you, but if you want me to stop..." No no, I couldn't bear to stay like this, please carry on" OK, good choice, now I saw you looking at the CD in their lingerie and realised you must be a closet sissy, so I want you to put on the. I'll let him eat first. Leftovers is fine for me." My breast milk is not leftovers," she said in mock irritation."If you keep talking about milk I'm gonna shoot," he said, his voice tight. "You're so beautiful I might shoot anyway." Thank you, Dub," she said, her voice husky.She leaned forward then, to let her clit rub against his pubic bone. She wished he could suckle while she rode him like this, but he was just too tall. He often spent half an hour on her breasts before they coupled, though,.