When fully erect it gets an angry purple hue to it.I knelt down between her legs and took in her aroma. She struggled against the bonds that held her....I lapped at her honey hole and it immediately began responding with a mind of its own. Her physical needs overcoming her intellectual objections. Each time my tongue would graze her clitoris she’s let out a silent scream from her tightened throat.I began to feast on her engorged bud … licking … sucking. Her body began to quake and bounce off the. ? It isan existence that has driven many to insanity, and beyond.? A place of hate, murder and lust whichbenefits only the privileged, for those who would control us, a new day will dawn,a day were their own perversion will be turned against them, and the one shallrise above them all, to guide us to a new era where the weak will be madestrong and whole, where the greedy and the despot and the corrupt will bejudged for their deeds and struck down.?I do not speak of god or Jesus, these are. “Nice to see you again,” she said with a smile as she brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face.“Likewise,” I returned, even though it had only been a few hours since Isaw her last.She was still wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing when I met her for the first time earlier that day. Even though I guessed Sandhya to be about 35 years old, if I had only seen her from behind, I wouldn’t put her a day over 16. She was small, about 5’2 by my estimation, with a tight little body and. She told me I was so thoughtful. As I got up to go she put aside her untouched coffee and sought permission to ask a personal question. ‘Go ahead,’ I said, resuming my seat. She paused for a long time. ‘Your wife,’ she said finally. ‘Do you love her?’ I looked her straight in the eye. ‘I love her very much,’ I said truthfully. She nodded sadly, as if she had expected this answer. Then she blushed, and stammered, ‘Have you — would you ever — I mean, could you ever be unfaithful to her?’.