Don't worry about offending me. I will tell you that my opinion of him is very low." I don't know what to say," Leah started out. "He's ... he's my pa...tor and I always thought of him ... No! That's not true. Cy, I'm sorry, but I almost hate him! You heard my story. Well, my parents will do anything for him, but have no time at all for their children."Really working up a head of steam, Leah went on. "They treated us more like animals. Just make sure we're all caged up so we can't do anything. ************************************************************The Existence is my place, it’s something of an enigma wrapped in a puzzle stuffed inside a conundrum. What it is and isn’t have been debated by the clientele on a regular basis. It started as a simple bar that I purchased with my inheritance. What it has become is an Elysium, a sanctuary of sorts for all those in the Supernatural community. I’ve expanded it over the years and will describe it to you shortly, but let’s give you some. ” Send.“Dallas:We all have hidden fantasies. You need not fear them or be ashamed of them. You should embrace them—pursue them even.Also, it would improve your stories greatly if not every female had perfect breasts. A woman can be very sexy without having a chest full of 38DDs. You are proof of that, especially since you rarely wear a bra in public. I’m sure you rationalize not wearing one as being simply because your breasts are too small to require one, but I know better. I know it’s because. She tried to reach my lips and couldn’t stay still long enough. Her breathing became ragged and she squirmed side to side and up and down as well as she could. Then Jillian turned up the power. Susan went rigid against me, she sucked in her breath and stopped breathing, and then the long low wail that we love to hear from her. Because of the machine, her orgasm was continuing far longer than normal. Jillian had been watching her pretty closely so she knew what effect the machine would have on.