She knew he would try to hold on to his male ego as long as he could. She also knew he would sooner or later lose it to her. They all broke; he would,...too.She heard the whimpers begin to turn to quiet sobs, louder sobs, then a sustained crying.She grabbed his hair and yanked him into a kneeling position. She released his nipples from the clothespins, enjoying his twitching and agonized moans as the b***d and feeling rushed back to his nipples. She could see the tears dripping out from under his. The teller sold it to him without any questions or fanfare. This continued for a couple months until he got the nerve to ask for a Penthouse. Again, no questions or concerns, only more graphic pictures for him to use when he masturbated. In the very recent months, he now had been asking for High Society magazine. Although these were slightly more expensive than the others, there were always one or two more female layouts within the magazine. Of course, the photos of these women in most cases. For now. But I’m starting to feel like the proverbial wounded animal – hurting and desperate – and it is never wise to taunt such a creature without thought to the consequences. She hikes her leg up, places a dainty foot on the chair between my legs. Five purple toes are but two very long inches away from my painfully hard cock, but I hardly notice that. She’s got that finger back under the black trail, but instead of showing me the way to heaven, she’s showing herself there with me watching.. Soon she had thetop two button of her blouse undone, allowing a tuft of chest hair to beshown. She reaching inside her blouse and purposely scratched at herchest, and then arranged her long hair about her face.When they arrived at the hotel, Kirsty grabbed a few of the bags from theback seat."You bring the rest. I have to take a whiz," she said as she walkedtoward the hotel entrance, a determined pace in her strides.Kirsty threw open the door to their suite and tossed the bags on the bed.She.