Before she could put her top down I touched her tattoo. I went close and held her waist tightly and kissed the tattoo. She moaned! And I got my access... I kissed her seductively there.I stood up and looked in her eyes. I caught her hair and I kissed her on her lips. We kissed for 10 secs and moved back. She was looking into my eyes and she pulled me towards her and kissed me again. I was holding her tightly and was passionately kissing her. I pressed her huge breasts and massaged them. I removed. Long. She used whippings to meditate absorbing the pain of her victim. After we all got trusting in one another we started expanding our sessions to other places. Mistress had an open relationship with her slave/husband and only had to tell him what she was doing and where she was going and he couldn’t object. She allowed him to fuck other women while she watched and allowed those same willing to whip and fuck his ass on request. She told her husband her new slave was going to take her to the. What I didn't know was why, but I was pretty certain it had something to do with how attractive I thought he looked and how sexual he made me feel. A few days later Jim and I drove 3 hours to West Palm Beach in an old '76 burnt orange Ford Bronco. It was only May but the Florida heat had beads of sweat rolling off us both. He wore a pair of bicycle shorts that hugged his cock tightly and the increasing sweat created an even more detailed image of his dick laid against the inner thigh of his. A pungent, sick smell with the distinct aroma of sulphur attacked my senses. While I grimaced at the almost insufferable odor, I turned my head around and I saw. And then hopelessness grew inside me like beer foam. Just a glimpse, and it made me want to just have a smoke and some idle talk before lying down and letting everything around me go up in flames. It made me think that perhaps that plaque outside the gateway room actually meant 'abandon hope all ye who enter here'. Because it was a.