And say… you like this. Yes Sir, you say. I dig deeper; I did not hear you whore.YES SIR , you scream out as you push your pussy into my hands… Yo... like it deep whore don’t you, I say … and she moans YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS my fingers moves in and out..fast… then faster … and then alternating slow and fats at random… your knees starts to give in, and you would now and again buckle up a little…Sir , I need to cum. You ask Then it is time I belt your ass againAnd I resume with belt in my hands…YOU. “That’s not what I meant.”“Well, what kind of ninjas are there?”“Uh ... Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey.” I suggested.“I don’t know them well enough. Ugh. Leo wears blue right, I like bl--”“Leonardo Gryffindor, Raphael Slytherin, Donnie Ravenclaw, and Michelangelo Hufflepuff.” Pat interrupted me. She was not giggling or smiling as I ran my hands over the taller redhead. Marin lit up.“Raphael! Definitely a--”“The fuck you are, you Hufflepuff slut.” Zoë stepped forward, slapped a hand on both of. He loved to watch Tera move, the thinly veiled strength of her. The way her toned body flexed as she walked. She carried herself in a manner that was simple, compact, precise. He also, of course just loved to watch her perfect ass.Tera threw a pillow at Valerie as she passed on her way to the bathroom."Get up sleepy head, time to start the day, we're running late."Valerie mumbled a response to Tera's words as she stretched under the covers. After a moment she was up, giving Michael a little. I thought everybody could see what I see, and do what I do.The other sisters were sad sometimes. That was normal. Everybody I ever met gets sad at one time or another. When I pay attention, two things happen. I “see things” and “feel things.” “Sad” looks like a particular color to me. It isn’t a color with any other name, like orange, or red or yellow. There’s nothing in the natural world that’s that color. It’s the same with anger and love and some other colors I haven’t figured out what they.