I was tempted to pick her up by her hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her into the bedroom. However, appropriate as that seem...d, I also knew I probably wasn't quite strong enough. Rather than upset the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived there. (I like a "lived in" look, provided it. He shrugs. “Fair enough, but it seems worth trying.”“No it doesn’t dumbass,” I say as I take him by one shoulder to arrest his movement, “At best you’ll wind up wrapped around the trunk trying in vain to hump your way upward and being mocked ad infinitum for as long as we shall know one another. Also, the more success you have the more danger you’ll be putting yourself in. You won’t be able to see anything until you’re at least five, six meters up, and it’ll be hard to get a wide-angle with. , whippings and beatings on the ball sack, ass, feet, being bound in painful positions for long periods of time. Being burned with cigarettes and candle wax, breaking fingers and toes, these and more should lend variety to the boy's training. In between and even while the boy is in great pain, kiss and lick him and tell him how much you love him when he is a good boy. Tell him you don't want to hurt him, but he has to learn to be a good Pig!> 2. Call him Pig and Cunt. Do not use his former. He could comprehend that rules of a standing house before marriage no longer applied, but still... "I don't understand," he finally answered."For one so smart," she stated as she stroked his cheek, "you often don't understand the intelligence of the heart. Let me explain, lest you think I am cruel towards the memory of the dead. In the midst of this death, I want to reaffirm life. I want the cry of a baby to declare the day in this time of blood and violence. I want new life in our black world.