”“I know,” said the priest as he squeezed her wrist a little harder. “I didn’t lose 10 grand to fuck you, I lost 10 grand to own you. Unders...and?”“Yes.”He let go, and she rubbed her wrist. There really was something vile about the old man. He could do whatever he wanted with her body. Why did he have to be so mean to her as well?His tone shifted. “I’m sorry, kid. If it’s important to you, then it just is. Cheers to your hike. May the nonexistent sky god bless all of your adventures.”Alice did. He was controlling and arrogant, a brute, in bed he was almost vicious when they had sex. Having Patrice had been a miracle and she doted on their daughter. Petros tried to be a good father, but he didn’t have the patience, he was always away on business. Trying to make the best of a bad situation for her daughter, Ida didn’t ask too many questions. Her husband would come home, reeking of alcohol and likely one too many cheap whores, demand sex, which was never passionate or romantic, fuck her. I thought it would be nice to get her a new outfit so we went to some specialty shops to find her new costume.After a drive we found a middle eastern shop with all sorts of dancing stuff. We walked in it was a little dark and dingy but smelled a little like cigars. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about belly dancing outfits and he lit. I spent the next few hours experimenting with the other two brushes, and by the end of it I was very sore inside my urethra, I did some research and that was to be expected, after all it’s not really designed to be fucked with anything let alone 8mm art brushes. I decided to give my cock a rest for a few days to heal, in the mean time I purchased some water based lube, people online said this would reduce the soreness and mean you could be more active, some people took the sounding very.