Like the sand on the ground around me,the mask of which I shyly hid behind tumbles down.The sand may sting at times, but the wind carries it away.'I' ...ring some colour into my own life now, through clothes and originalityThis colour brightens the prison and brings dance and happiness into my life.I did pride myself on lack of noise.The less noise you make, the more you are heard.So I liked to think, but in truth their gazes smothered all voice but a whisper.Even the writing of this widens the. " "Please," she whispered, holding very still, "Take me...Nero." The muscle toned dragon growled in his wanton, bringing the luscious woman down to sit upon his massive sword. He slammed his endowment into her, causing a duet of pleasurable moans to echo through the cavern. His eyes burned with fire now, dangerous and consuming. "Ride me, Alexis," he growled,"ride me until you come." She started, her pace eager, and thorough. She pumped gently at first, a strange feeling of romance. Georgia looked out the window and asked, "How much longer?" Just a little further," Oscar answered. He slowed down the truck and looked around for a moment. He turned down a little road and said, "We are almost there."After traveling down the road for a ways, Georgia noticed little details about the terrain. In front of them was a grassy plain with camels grazing amidst lumps rising from the ground. Further examination revealed that the lumps were the ruins of ancient buildings. Some were in. Several quick strikes followed, I was trying not to scream but could not help it. Soon the pain was lessening and Sir placed clips on my clit and the outer lips of the labia . He was pulling my nipples and placed clamps on them then held them up with a chain attached to the ceiling. The whippings came in quick and painful stocks, I could tell by the sting and the pain level that he was using a paddle, whip and flogger. The only part of the body not whipped was my back and my face. But that was.