Her present book was more difficult. Honore’s main difficulty was in keeping the sexual activity and other events acceptable to the intended readers...ip, while her own less palatable obsessions became more difficult to suppress in her work. Her present book, The Purple Badge of Disgrace, was set in a society where the people habitually shaved off all their hair, from their heads as well as their pubic regions and where clothes were totally unknown. The central character, Lasagne, was a girl. The wife was so busy i thought, with the biggest dick on display shagging her mouth and her boobs sucked into submission, I reached forward and took hold of his dick and gently slipped the first two inches into her pussy. I saw her tummy muscles tense momentarily as she felt her precious place being invaded and started to gently wank him, my fingers round the base of his penis and my cock buried in the crack of his bum but not actually in his ass hole. His body felt so good against mine and we. But the thought would not go away. Crawling is nice, the thought lured me. I will be a good little whore.The inability to pleasure myself with my fingers or even the large dildo bothered me. It was wrong, the voice said. A good little whore didn’t diddle herself unless told to do so. But that didn’t make sense. I wasn’t told to do it earlier in the bedroom in front of the two men, and it almost felt like a jolt of electricity...That was when I realized that the jolt wasn’t from my fingers. It. He then opened my legs and stepped back before walking toward me with his cock at my face level. He then pushed his cock against my lips as I opened for him. I was aroused but my poor little clit was now trapped in the chastity device so all I could do was obey him and suck his manhood. he pumped in and out of my mouth and then stopped. he said I don't want to cum til tonight I just wanted to mess up your lipstick so I could pick out a new color. he told me to put on the total slut red BJ lips.