" He opened each capsule and poured the contents into the funnel at the end of Mandy's stomach-tube. This done, he picked up the plastic pitcher he ...ad brought downstairs. He poured the thick liquid into the funnel. "Carnation's best, my love, bon appetite!," he said, though he knew she could hear nothing. As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile upon the slab, her stomach moving visibly. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he. "Do me!"I shook my head. "Can't." Oh, fuck you, Eric!" She got up and glared at me. "You're always like this! You just don't want to do it to me." Tears were running down her face. "You know how much it means to me." Look, angel." I put on an apologetic look. "Seriously, I can't."She sat down, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Well, why not?" Um," I said. "It only works when I have a seizure." Oh, right. Jordan told me you were having seizures. That's why you're really in the hospital, right?"I. The divorce had been hard on her, and for several months after it, she had been gloomy and depressed. It was during that time that I had introduced her to bondage and discipline. She was able to fit into the role of a submissive quite well, and I could feel that the sessions we had together allowed her to release the pent up frustration and loneliness within her.Her body was tender and her sensitivity to torture was quite high, so I always had to be careful while working on her. Over the years. I gave him two. He looked at both and stroked his cock.“Very nice, “he said. “She got a body like a woman twenty years younger. Very nice. I love her bush.”He waited to see if I took offense at the remark.“Me too. There’s nothing like a thick curly muff to put your face in.”“Hope you don’t mind, but I’d eat her every day.”“I don’t mind at all.” In fact I love to hear guys say things like that. His big dick was hard and curved upward. My cock was like a rock and stuck straight out.I looked.