He felt the familiar tug of desire that he always felt in her presence. He wanted her, had for a long time. But they were friends – and up to this p...int, they hadn’t shared any benefits of that relationship. God help him, though, he wanted to. He walked past, waved at her, and headed for his private suite backstage. Time to get himself under control before Andi and the rest of the world knew just how much he wanted her. Every venue was different, but this arena was one of the better in terms of. My gagas, which I now call ‘rags’ are like a part of me. People have odd habits. Some eat boogers. I’ve known some men to jack off with slices of deli ham. I have even been privy to those odd characters that obsessively clean their hands or only step on certain color tiles as they walk through the mall. Let’s face it, we are ALL fucked up in some way. I glared at my brother, who settled into his familiar megalomania, feeling he’d won a battle of maturity. I can only explain his gratification by. All because he questioned the authority and reason of such total devastations, feeling pity for those smitten in wrath. Whose crimes he could not know, and sins he did not understand. His thoughts lingering on those countless deaths by his hand, feeling Tara’s presence as she wept, offered mild comfort to his pains. Raven was guided through the ages of his memory, the torment of emotion uncovered and, he, at last understood. His flesh crawled uncomfortably, as if worms moved through his body,. . oww, please... fuck... I’m nineteen.” The crop arched down across her taut belly and the blonde’s moans echoed in the room. “Good,” Connor smiled brushing his hand across his forehead wiping away his perspiration. “Then that is how many stripes you shall wear before Miss Stevens makes you cum for us. He pressed the tip of the crop to the girls other breast making the upturned flesh swell and then he cropped her hard. Again she moaned and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Apply two clamps to.