"Poor girl," said Debray, like the rest, paying an involuntary tribute to the sad event, --"poor girl, so young, so rich, so beautiful! Could you have...imagined this scene, Chateau-Renaud, when we saw her, at the most three weeks ago, about to sign that contract?" Indeed, no," said Chateau-Renaud--"Did you know her?" I spoke to her once or twice at Madame de Morcerf's, among the rest; she appeared to me charming, though rather melancholy. Where is her stepmother? Do you know?" She is spending. "Did I tell you to talk?" She shrieks.Angry, she stops touching me, and I hear her walk away again to get something else. She then goes silent, so I turn my head to try and see what she's doing. I get a glimpse of her returning with a flogger which looks menacing.The sensation I receive isn't what I'm expecting though. I thought she was going to thrash me but instead, she strokes me with it along my shoulders and down my back. She then teases it against my intimate areas which immediately makes. ... must fuck... The tentacles played with my body as a the thickest dick probed at my pussy lips. My pussy lips stretched and stretched. Pleasure and pain ran through my body. I spasmed in climax as the thick tentacle-dick shoved into my cunt. It was covered in small ridges. I thrashed as I was filled, the ridges stroking the inside of my pussy and shooting bliss through me.My sheath spasmed about the thrusting tentacle. I was fucked in every hole. I dangled in the air and writhed as orgasm. Took another deep breath as I prepared to reveal my preferences to a stranger. "From the following fetishes please answer as I have instructed. Infantilism?" "One!" "Cross-Dressing?" I cleared my throat, "5"! "Bondage?" "5"! "S & M?" "2." "Foot Worship?" "3." "Golden Showers?" "1!" That was something I absolutely would never want to have to experience. She read off a few more such as Oral & Anal training, Public Humiliation, and Forced Feminization. I answered interested on all of them. I.