She would rather be torn limb from limb by sharks than ever surrender to you. I know she never succumbed to your torture and what you got, you took fo...cibly!’ Rayne ground out this last part, the knowledge like a knife twisting in his gut. Another flashing arch and Torquemada’s left ear landed on the deck at his feet. It was then that he lifted the sword to defend himself. He flailed wildly and clumsily with the sword, never leaving a mark on Rayne, while with each thrust Rayne’s counter thrust. Betty was relentless withColleen, firm but understanding, as only someone who has been there anddone that can be.Beth was away for almost a year before she came home, and Colleeninsisted that she be the one to greet her. Since I knew that Beth hadhelped her early on, I agreed. Colleen wore a very simple black dressthat was short, had a round neck, with short sleeves. Her hair andmakeup were perfect, she wore pantyhose and her black heels with elegantblack and gold earrings. Beth took one look. I couldn’t blame the poor girl because she had no choice and we both knew she “just had to have it” and I could see her tingle was both emotional and very, very wet.No, it was all my fault and I knew it and all I could do was promise my poor dick to be more constrained in the future to prolong the moment and, perhaps, even entertain the thought of romance to enter my mind instead of the violent lust that always seemed to seize me by my balls and force me to slam home my hardness without mercy. She washed and scrubbed his hair as he sat there relaxed, beforerealizing it was going to be a long process. With a towel on his head,they returned to her salon chair as she rolled up a large cart and beganopening a series of drawers and taking out some thin, long strands ofhair, a series of tools, plus brushes, combs, and scissors."Ok, baby. You're about to get some long, gorgeous hair," said Carrie, asshe brushed through his wet hair and pinned it on top if his head with aseries of jaw clips.