Now you know that I love you, slut and I only want the very best for you. I treasure your submission and would protect you with my life if need be and...not give it a second thought. "The rules I establish and the punishments I dole out are carefully thought out with only your care and protection in mind. I do not like causing you pain, but I know that you are one of those rare creatures that needs it to feel complete. So I give you just enough to reach your needs but not so much as to hurt you. Das Schwanzlutschen hatte sie wieder in Stimmung gebracht. Sie führte meine Hand an ihre heiße Möse und ich fühlte, dass die Möse schon wieder nass, und zum Ficken bereit war. Ihre Schamlippen waren schon wieder ganz weit geöffnet. Ich musste mich jedoch zunächst etwas erholen. Während dieser Zeit streichelte ich ihre großen, schweren Titten. Noch nie zuvor hatte ich solch schöne, große und feste Titten gesehen. Gleichzeitig fing sie an mein Schwanz zu streicheln. Und siehe da, er erholte sich. "Ohhh my, what's all this?" he asked.Claire was dressed in an elaborate costume. A pair of furry clip-on cat ears, black with pink inside, were in her hair. Contact lenses gave her yellow irises with faux vertically slit pupils. Thin black lines representing whiskers were drawn across her cheeks. Caps on her canine teeth turned them into small fangs. A silver jingle bell hung from a black leather choker around her neck. Her top was a black leather lace-up halter top vest, the crisscrossed. Myself, an ugly, twisted scarecrow, grasping two beautiful balls of light – Mary and Amanda’s souls, of course – and greedily shoving them into my jagged maw… only to pierce my own fetid breast with a taloned hand, tearing them out again, covered in black sludge and screaming in agony. With red fire blazing in my blackened sockets, I’d crush them in my grasp, cackling with a madness that rejected all distinction between pain, loss, cruelty, gluttony, lust, and victory. Half-digested, they’d.