"He entered the dungeon, his face showing the surprise he felt at seeing the, formerly, timid and self effacing slave, naked, bound to a cross and, wh...n he approached and saw the instruments on the table, ready for her mutilation.He looked at her plum, attractive nude body. Her clitoris, covered by its hood of flesh protruded from her pussy, right at the top of her slit.He grasped it, through its hood, with his index and thumb, pinching it uncomfortably."Why are you on that cross?" he asked.She. He was curled in a fetal position, wicked dark bruises on his smallback. Their mother hovering over the boy with a angry hateful expressionon her face, and in her hand she was holding a black baton. The boy hadalready been beaten he was crying at her to stop hurting him.But, she didn't stop. It seemed like she hated that little boy eventhough he tried his hardest to please her. She looked though the townsold papers and he won competition after competition. Christineremembered that her brother. That allowed them to partake of any despicable act the men wished of them even though they really wanted to anyway. I had never seen men cum with such forceful volume. Their balls just kept pumping and spewing cum as the women tried to swallow the copious amount of black ball juice they flooded their throat with. I craved to experience everything those woman had even though it instilled intense guilt in me because of it! I needed to feel the heat and volume of cum those women experienced that. Let's just pray that you're not pregnant." How do you feel about me having had sex with Stan and Bob?" At first, I was hurt and dumfounded, but when I realized how I'd screwed up, I sort of accepted it."Nancy said, "It was my fault too, but they socked us with so much sexual stimulation that Mother Teresa might have dropped her britches. Probably not though. Was Jan better at love making than I am?" Absolutely not! Different, but not better." How much different?" It's hard to describe. A lot of.