I had to. I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t do it justice. When I read her name at the end, we were both crying. “I can’t say no to that,” I sa...d to her, overwhelmed. “I can’t turn away her baby.”“You call that girl,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “You tell her to list you as the father when her baby is born. She’s right. You’re going to be an amazing father. When you’re better, you’re going to take her and make love to her and show her every good thing that sex can be. I’ll talk to the. ..with the snuff flogger, the one made of stiff, razors-sharpwire. He brushes it gently against her ruined breasts, and sheexperiences what would have been an orgasm, if this were aboutpleasure.The flogger goes up and comes down, nine strands of wire slicing herbreasts like a loaf of bread. The cuts are deep and red; he'sbutchering her. The wires slash her other tit, opening it, revealingits essence. He cuts her belly. He cuts her thighs. The wire touchesher in a hundred places, and where it. I am neither.”“I don’t want you to identify it. I want you to see and remember it Do not ever tell anyone of its existence. You may even end your life and never need to think about it, but I am sure that within your lifetime a very powerful enemy comes over this Galaxy and nothing will be able to stop it, then Eric come back here and you will receive an answer.”He spoke in such a profound way that I had no responds at first. “Are you able to see the future?”“I don’t think I can, but I have. .you are doing fine..yessss!" I was doing what my body was commanding me to do. Mrs Sharma was trembling in my embrace. She was feeling my boobs at the same time. Then lowering my head, I took her nipple completely into my mouth and began tonguing it as I heard her give a deep moan. Her skin was soft . Her moaning and the feel of her nipple against my tongue was driving me insane. I threw one leg over hers and began rubbing my pussy over her thigh. She took a handful of my hair and began.