"I want to go to Michael tonight with scars on my body – to show him how much I love him. You know?"Frank thought for a moment, then decided. If Che...rill was that serious about defacing that smooth, curvy female flesh, then he wanted to make sure she meant it – before he touched her with his razor-tipped bull whip."How much pain do you think you can take?" he asked. "A bull whip is pretty serious. I can skin you, an inch at a time, until you bleed to death. You want me to do that?" Well...". "You mean mydick?" Yes. Your masculinity. Your will to dominate." The figure's lips did notmove.The spirit's eyes were dark sockets inside which stars could be seen. Itsgaze speared me with a glacier chill."What can I do, dad?" I don't know," said the shade of my father, its voice a shrug. "Here atthe edge of creation I lack the knowledge."He paused, then with a pained voice said: "This place is destroying me. Imust go."I could see the blazing white desert take its toll on my father. Hisspirit. She could feel all the stranger’s cum dried on her face, and her tears flowing down her cheeks. How was she going to survive another minute of this terrible humiliation?Christina said to her, “You know Tracy, you should be proud of what you are and how you look, but we don’t think you are showing off your jewelry enough. So, little slut, I want you to unbutton your dress the rest of the way so others can see how pretty your new jewelry is on you.”“Please, Mistress,” sobbed Tracy, “I can’t do. “Kinky,” I said.“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”“Ah.”“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”“I haven’t got my camera.”“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes."Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.As you may have.