.." Then I suddenly kicked her in the face,sending her flying back. It probably would have done a lot more damage ifI'd been wearing boots. "Now it...s my turn." Whatever you command, mistress," Caitlyn responded from the floor.I grinned at that, absolutely loving the sound of it. However I certainlywasn't going to forgive this miserable piece of shit just because of a fewpretty words.I grabbed Caitlyn and strapped her onto the very same torture frame thatshe'd previously tied me to and then. Brown eyes, brown hair, short, average weight, average breasts and mediocre ass. The only characteristic I felt was worth appreciating was my intelligence—and the men I associated with hardly stuck around long enough to remember my middle name, never mind what smart joke I told or what interesting comment I made. As monsieur tall dark and sexy made his way over, I pondering further how in the world I managed to snag as many men as I did in this town, contemplating the staggering figure of one. Finally, I understoodthat he was trying to smile and cry at the same time. But bothactivities were very foreign for him. His body just didn't know how todo it anymore.I came close. "Hey, can I help you somehow?" You already did!" he answered with tears in his eyes. "Are these peopledead?" No, they're just sleeping. They should wake up in few minutes, and theywon't remember a thing." You should go then; the reinforcements could come any minute now." And what about you?" For all I know I also. “Wow,” she said as her rose-pink panties, made of satin and cut with a high hip, appeared from beneath her gray skirt. The fabric was so dainty. I could smell her tart musk. That wonderful scent of my own flesh and blood. It was a heady scent. “You're going to eat out my preggers pussy, Daddy?”“You like that word,” I said. Preggers?“It's fun,” she said as she stepped out of her panties. “And you know I like having fun.”I chuckled before I dipped my head beneath her schoolgirl skirt. The scent.