She wasn't any worse off for that. Do you ever remember a time when sex wasn't sticky? Sergei walked through the cell door with a tennis racque... in his hand. The same Sergei that won Natasha's trust when she joined with other famous people that were fighting against the anti-celebrity legislation. Sergei was lying when he said he was a bass player in a rock band and that he supported her resistance to the anti-celebrity laws. Thanks to his ability to speak Ukrainian and charade as a. .....'Now you're howling well, a****l!' cried Mindy, laughing with joy.WHHAAPPP!!…… WHHAAPPP!!……. WHHAAPPP!!OOOHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!....... OOOHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!......I bellowed with pain as Mindy applied the strokes with precision, one stroke every 20 seconds, each one in exactly the same place on my buttocks.‘Keep your nose to the wall, cock a****l’.WHHAAPPP!!…… WHHAAPPP!!……. WHHAAPPP!!‘NOOoooo…..NOOoooo …PPLLLeeeeeaaasssee!!’'Hold your position, a****l' snarled Mindy, breathing. In a similar cartoon, a Baubo-likefigure (see my novel, Baubo) is presented as exemplifying the idealwoman. She consists of a pair of legs which end in a truncated torsowhich consists of breasts in front, under which is a vagina, andbuttocks in the rear. There is no back, stomach, arms, neck, or head.The point that these cartoons make seems pretty clear. The "perfectwoman" is a sex object, without need of a mind, a heart, or a soul. Aslong as she has the essential features of. The thong disappeared into my ass crack, and amazingly I couldnt really feel it. I mean I could tell it was there, but it wasnt anywhere near what I thought a thong would feel like. It made me feel sexy. I felt my pussy was covered, but my ass exposed, and could only imagine what it would look like when I walked. I pulled them down and put on the other pair. The panties were all silk, and they made me feel comfortable, sexy, but not as I dont know, out there. I liked them, but put the thong.