He thought this was going to be one of those days: just another sick bastard on the rack to hurt and slash till he got bored and came up with a new wa... of crushing him. He knew that the souls on the rack deserved what was in store for them –most of the time anyways. They’d been thrown in Hell for a reason. They’d done something terrible in life and they deserved the hideous punishment that he delivered to them. He’d come up with this theory when he’d first started torturing souls as a way of. " She tailed off. "Somehow it all seemed so easy then, so uncomplicated. I suppose you'd tell me we were all naïve, and you'd be right, but it was nice at the time."Elizabeth focussed, and looked hard at Denise. "You need to do some serious soul searching, Denise. You have to decide what you want, really want, and how much you want it, what compromises you are willing to make for it. Take your time, dear, but please be careful and try not to hurt anyone." Denise started to protest, but. Her nipples were so soft and were deep red in colour.This heavenly feeling made me more excited and I started to act more boldly. I grab her right boob in my left hand and hold her nipple between my middle finger and index finger and started to press both her juicy melon and her rosy nipple. With my right hand, i was holding and grabbing her left boob from below and was sucking and kissing her left nipple.Then I became more excited and in excitement, I started to act more aggressively. My left. I met few guys online and also they took me to their rooms. It was more of a trial to what I am going to do. But, none of them spent time in knowing me or my likes or dislikes. It was also so clichéd like I would ring them up, meet at the bar and proceed to their home. They would simply lock the door and push me on to my knees. Some might feel its humiliating and get offended with such acts. Because usually men tend to be dominative and I felt it is us the girls who should understand and enjoy.