”She emitted that soft, sexy giggle that drives me wild. “C’mon, baby - fuck me with your little pecker! Maybe I should be a real little bitch, ...nd only let you fuck me if you keep wearing the cage. Wouldn’t that be bitchy of me, honey? I might only let you fuck me if you wear something that's actually shrinking your cock! Wouldn’t that make me a nasty, wicked, evil little bitch! Do you like that idea, little one?”“Yes!” My wife's lascivious taunts had opened the floodgates to subspace; the. Ifound there was still a great deal of semen there. I brought my finger up to my face and looked at the thick semen move around my finger as I moved it around. Being a virgin and a good girl, no matter what my mother thought about me staying out late, this was my first time to look at semen up close. I sniffed my finger and smelled the familiar smell of pussy. It was mixed though with a different scent. I tasted the mixture of mother and father that was on my finger with the tip of my tongue. Little did he know that she always picked a dress that allowed her to hide the tiny dagger so that it was always within her reach. that alone brought her some measure comfort. Dinner each evening was always a palates delight, especially given that they were in the middle of the ocean. What Torquemada had not taken into consideration when he started his little emotional game was that Gabriella was no ordinary woman. The longer he played this game, the more time she had to consider her options. .. Now what was he going to find? It was going to cost, he could feel it. People didn’t realise what a struggle it was to keep a University going these days. In fact this whole situation was a direct result of needing money: the funding from that secretive Population Trust organisation that had foisted Claudia and Richard Davies on him with their nebulous activities. A geneticist and an anthropologist was an odd combination to share funding – he should have known something fishy would be going.