Mons had cum on her face - the bitch - she was clearly getting off on asphyxiation abuse just like her grandad."OK that's enough - we don't want her p...ssing out again" - it was grandpa coming to her rescue - but he seemed a long way off.Then she spotted his grinning face on the phone propped up by the bed, watching their every move.Under his direction, Mons moved away, returning with an enormous pair of pinking shears - you know the type for slicing through any fabric to leave a zigzag edge.I. ?Aaaagghhhh!? Lying on her back, her fists still clenched, she nibbles on her lower lip as she takes a couple deep breaths.?There? There,? The Oriental smiles,? That’s not so bad, after all, before we’re done you’re going to appreciate a little pain to go along with the pleasure, okay??A quiet grunt, a slight nod while keeping her eyes closed, she realizes the pain’s not all that bad, actually no more then she’d just inflicted on herself while watching through the binoculars.?Okay then, lets. Lynx knew that the controllers, if sentients, couldn't be the natives, simply because they were not attuned to that type of mental activity. If they were controlled by sentients, the controllers were out of range of the humans' shielding effect. The remaining humans spread out to diffuse the target presented to the machine guns and to try for a better firing angle for their grenade launchers. The battle lasted nearly 30 minutes before the last machine gun was destroyed. The killed and wounded. ” By now Tim was hands on with his tool, slow gentle strokes, as she explained that “she had begun to cry at the fifth stroke, and sob at the tenth when he stopped.” Tim looked questioningly at her and she said that “he slid into my wet cunt and fucked me hard, muttering all the time that the next ten would really hurt and he would start again when he came!” she gulped, ”then regardless of my feelings, he hammered himself into me, my arse a throbbing mass of hot pain and my breathing hard and.