.. a whore. You serve me in more ways than just a slave. And you submit to me of your own accord, as well. You are my sextoy, my pussy. I use you for ...y own sexual purposes. I use your pussy, your ass, and your mouth for my sexual gratification. So now, I will ask you again...Who are you?" "Master, I am your slut. I am your whore. I am here only to please you, Master," she said. The sexual tension was obvious in her voice. "That's better pet," I said as I went back to teasing her again. "Now. Oops, that's two things." You know I'm going to be waiting." That's OK ... I'll be in possession then and the museums will have to leave me alone."Mike left just coming on evening. The PZL was one sweet flying oddball. The more he flew it the better he liked it. And it DID look like a dragonfly with one set of wings. Re settled in, relaxing. His cellphone rang. "Hello?" That is one weird looking aircraft, Mike." Bill?" Yeah." Where are you?" Blind spot. I'll pull in a little closer." What the. One that is being slowly and inevitably consumed by the very walls of this cavern.”Logan blinked at him. “Consumed?”“Consumed, eaten, assimilated, the word doesn’t matter.”“That’s...” Logan stopped short of saying “crazy”. After all, this was Hell, and there was no shortage of crazy in this place. “That makes no sense,” he offered instead.“Doesn’t it?” Alan asked. “Tell me, how much do you know about Christian teachings on the subject of Hell?”“Not much,” Logan admitted. “I was never the. Often this led to sex. One night, we shared dinner with another couple in our class. The conversation turned to how we would all have great sex after discussing the class, the pictures and the nude models. Anne-Marie and the other girl talked about the men's penises while the other guy and I talked tits, ass and pussy. The talk made us all horny. Much wine was drunk that night and before long, the girls were asking us to model for them. And we did. He and I stripped nude and posed while the.