.And fury. "Fucking pitiful," she snarls, bringing the whip back for another lash. The slave's back is a mass of torn skin and hot blood, and the sig...t of his pain and misery only serves to heighten her blood-lust. A little more, and she will cum. She will never permit the slave to touch her, of course, but exercising her power over his worthless flesh is enough to make dark rivers of fire ooze through her body.Another lash of the whip; a gratifying droplet of blood bursts through his abused. Duringmasturbation, a chair (and a mind) may serve only to serve the needs ofthe body. In such cases, rendering them as tentative objects made, as itwere, of the very semen that one ejaculates drives home the point thatthey are no more substantial than their momentary (and changeable)purposes.Some of Jimmy's paintings simply depict transsexuals in a straightforwardmanner, as if they were models posing for portraits. In one, a blondewith full, firm, round, high tits and flowing hips has loosed. !" I moaned loudly my eyes now closed, I could hear him moaning too with the combination with the slapping of his wet skin against mine, I bet he had no idea what he was doing to me, my moans got louder.I stood up slowly as he moved in me, then I felt him lift one of my legs, this took him deeper in me and from my position I had grown tighter around him. I raised my arms and reached back to hold the back of his neck for balance as he now started to pound harder and faster into my ass, he was. "No point in running before you can walk." Not in these shoes anyway."Sarah laughed. It was the sweetest sound in the world. I loved to hear her laugh. I would have done anything for her at that moment in time and by God, I think she knew it.Our lovemaking that night was wild and free and uninhibited. When we were spent, Sarah asked me if I would do something for her."Anything." I want you to wear one of my nightdresses." Now?" Yes, now. I want to wake up beside you and see you in silk."Now,.