She's scared to death, of catching AIDS," he confided in a whisper."Oh." Put that way, it made kind of sense. "She really won't mind?" I asked.He chuc...led. "Actually, I think she'll be glad to get six weeks rest. Every night and every morning, is starting to wear on her."Ohmigawd! "You do it THAT often?" I asked. 50+ years old, and STILL going that strong? I wondered what kind of stud he had been when he was my age."Well actually, I jack off a couple-three times a day too," he admitted somewhat. We strolled around looking at pictures of artwork. We kept noticing that the ones we liked the most were by a very beautiful, quite young, Goth girl. She wasn't heavily pierced but had some tasteful piercings, that we could see. And, of course, she was adorned with ink, from tribal markings to colorful, ornate artwork. We learned that she had created the artwork and found an artist that could give it to her in the same detail. Beautiful, especially on her porcelain skin which was further. Then she screamed. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged, pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples. Moments later the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside of her other breast making her scream lauder. Her body was held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. Abby slashed the whip back and forth, moving closer to her nipples each time. Her loudest scream came when the whip lashed at her areola, the pain was so incredible, that she felt like Abby was. Miranda: I mean you are new in town and I was thinking of taking you sightseeing and showing you around.Peter: Yeah that would be great. I even have a car. We can go in my car and I can drive us all over town.Miranda gave her cutest smile yet.Miranda: Excellent!! I will just look for you at the car park after school.Peter smiled back. The he heard the teacher enter the classroom.Teacher: Alright class. I hope you did your reading.Peter immediately looked up front. But when he looked up front,.