"I reached around and turned off the dryer. I rose the dome from herhead, picked her up in my arms and carried her to my room. I lay her onthe bed and...began to do what I had always wanted to do: make love toher. But, she had another idea."I want to fuck you," she said with authority. She pulled me into thepillows, undid my fasteners on the front of my tight fitting corset,unhooked my bra closure in the front and ran her hands over the breastforms now attached to my chest. As she kissed my. Smithfield had tried to emulate the man all his life. But what had happened to that perspective over the years? He watched the little harbor slide by, then Washington’s eastern suburbs, looking at the captain’s rigid prediction that was even now coming true. Politics had devolved from the soft art of compromise to cold obstructionism. Compromise was considered evil, and thugs on the right and idiots on the left all sounded more and more – like what? Ignorant, or simply arrogant? Unwilling to. Now she was merely his plaything.It was night, in a manner of sorts; he’d turned off the clocks and dimmed the lights choosing to rise when he felt the need. In that everlasing dimness he had somehow found a sense of comfort in the shadows. His sinister darkened form approached her helpless figure. She was ensconced in a dreamworld, headphones programing her mind—reinforcing her need to serve him. He pulled the cover off of her body and ran his hands over the softness of her skin, so warm to. A low moan escaped my lips, splaying my thighs wide, I caressed my nipples with my fingers and thumbs, circling them, pinching and pulling them, my wide-open thighs were beginning to get rather wet with juices leaking from my pussy.I took some of the water I had with me, pouring some on my nipples and some on my pussy, oh the feeling set my clit pulsing. Pulling the head of my clit back, I began masturbating, while pulling and twisting on my nipples, first one, then the other, sending millions.