I think.She prowls around, sniffing at me…and I can tell She can actually smell my arousal. She smiles.She practices using the metal claws, barely s...rapping them over my skin, raising major goosebumps. “Tonight, I’m going to draw real blood, pet. Not a lot, say about as much as if I whipped you, but enough to show. Perhaps, if the audience likes your performance tonight, I really will whip you. Would you like that, pet?”My mouth dry, I close my eyes and whimper, “Please, Mistress…”“I thought as. This time, I wrapped several loops of string around the cartridge case as I fastened it to the shaft. I let Insa shoot this time, and she came closer to the aiming point than I did. Everyone said it was because the bolt was shorter, but I knew that the real reason she came closer was she was just a better shot than me with the crossbow!For the next experiment, I cut an arrow approximately in half and sharpened the end of the shaft to a point. I hoped to set off the primer and actually shoot the. I knew it.. So I started to massage her thighs and down.. I reached her foot and took her foot fingers to lick I said it is a part of therapy. She was breathing as if she had asthamaI sat on her and again started to massage her vagina with finger as said as yoni massage.. As I put my fingers besides her hairy pussy she started to shiver.. And I knew this is the perfect timing.. I hugged her and started to kiss her like I was giving her mouth to mouth respiration.. She was also responding. I didn’t I swear but it was too close.” She murmured. “Never again.” She said with all the finality of being drunk.Then she was out.I took the glass of water out of her hand and put it back on the nightstand.I went out to the living room and grabbed a coke from the fridge. My sister was a functioning alcoholic. I felt a tiny doubt rise up about our relationship. I tried to stamp it down but couldn’t. I ended up falling asleep on the couch.When I woke up I heard the shower going. I decided to.