James had a very short crop of pubic hair but I could tell he had shaven his balls. As he stood up his hands rode the lines of my body, one hand findi...g its way to my pussy the other to my tits. I reached down and began to stoke his cock, it was heavy and I could fill the blood rushing to its tissues, growing longer and harder with each stroke.I knelt down in front of him as if he were some Adonis, my lips found there way to the head of his growing cock. I took him into my mouth, sucking as. His other hand pushed on her ass, forcing her back the other way. "I love it when you do it yourself. Feel your pussy being abused. Soon it will be sore to the touch. Then I will be ready to begin your torment."Rebecca gasped as the Judge moved to the cabinet and returned with a pair of nipple clamps and two weights. "Don't put them on me," she begged, but she knew that the Judge was not even hearing her. The only thing he wanted to hear from her was her screams of pain.He pinched her right. The weather had been very hot, days and nights only differed by sunlight. Bed clothes were too much to bear.We attended the wedding of Carol's boss. The woman had decided to marry a guy some fifteen years her junior, but explained in one of those girly moments, that he had the staying power of a horse and was hung like one too.Of course, the reception after the ceremony was fuelled with a plenitude of drink and food. She had hired a barn so that she could get enough room for the three hundred. "Mom, can you hear me?" he asked. "Squeeze my hand if you can." I squeezed his hand as hard as I could, which wasn't very hard at all. He felt it, however, because his face, his whole body, relaxed, and he let out a breath of relief. He was still worried, however; that look never disappeared from his face. He lifted his hand from my collarbone, and I realized that my heart had been beating quite rapidly. I wasn't sure if it was from the seizure, or from Jackson's touch.Jackson gave me my meds,.