The pain prolongs the pleasure and makes it more intense. When there is enough pain the pain becomes a pleasure of its own, but only as a substitute f...r the pleasure. If there was no pleasure to come the pain would not be pleasant. Do you understand?" "I think so," said the Red Devil. "The physical pain you receive is symbolic of the pain of your desire, your unsatisfied craving. The physical pain becomes a punishment of that craving, but in doing so, it only intensifies that craving." "Yes!". Suddenly, my sisters moans and breath ceased, her hips shaking and I was scared, tough she held onto my arm tight, then in a burst I hear her oooohmp!! as she began to cum on my finger. I smiled up at her as she breathed heavily. I pushed my briefs off as I truly was much hotter now than I had been, that and I also needed to free my throbbing cock from its constraint. I reclaimed my position ontop of my sister and smiled, not sure what had just happened but I liked it. Michelle giggled, That. She'd treated Mike with the same churlish and intimidating attitude as she'd treated Chuck, her husband. She'd been the classic Ice Queen, making her husband's life a living hell. So I wasn't surprised to see Chuck Palmer's eyes open wide as he looked at my mother, his eyes zeroing in on her voluminous breasts. But Alice Palmer gave my mother a glacier-like stare, her cold eyes moving slowly over her gloriously-displayed curvy form. She then turned to me, shocked to see me I'm sure, a look of. I flexed my hand, the femaleone, and watched fascinated and in disbelief that it could be mine. Icupped my breast and gasped, letting my hand drop back down. There was ajagged split down the center of my body, like two of my victims sewntogether in a bizarre mishmash of male and female.So many years, so many experiments, and it had all come down to this. Itall started with twins, but it'd gone far beyond that. How many victimsdid I abduct over the years? I always had such a clear image of.