He did his art big. I have a forty eight inch version of the drawing seen here in this story. Instead of zooming in, you need only walk up close to th... drawing. It is obvious that the artist tried to save the most graphic images of what happened to my wife and the other girl on stage. He thought that you would just look “closely” at those areas of intense interest.The event was my wife’s last night at The Demo Bar. She told them that was “it”, at least for a while. The wife was finishing a. .please.." Katie begs softly, wanting him to stop. "Shut the hell up. The more you beg the worse it'll be slut." He fucks her ass hard and jerks it out quickly, pushing it into her cunt from behind. She moans again, this time in pleasure. Arching her hips back, she takes him completely inside her, trying to keep pace with his fast, wild thrusts. Gasping and panting beneath him, she squirms, now begging to cum. "No bitch." He switches holes yet again, fucking her ass, trying not to cum. She thought about the abuse she'd been through with Jeff, and tried to remember if she'd gotten aroused by it. She couldn't think of any times that she'd gotten horny from it.'But if I didn't like it, why did I put up with it?', she asked herself, silently.She rolled the question over in her mind again and again, but she couldn't come up with an answer. The cool, wet towel on her sore buttocks felt comfortable, and she realized that the towel wasn't the only thing that was wet; the erotic. Only then will I be able to remove thetight, padded satin blindfold which has kept me in thecozy, warm darkness long past the rising of the sun.Now begins the morning ritual of undressing completelyfor the bath. First the long, billowy Victoriannightgowns, with their acres of soft, shiny silk; next,the task of unlacing the long night corset, untying theknot at the waist, freeing the yards of braided silkribbon that were wrapped around my waist, after beingso carefully and tightly pulled through.