“There’s no need to be nervous.”“W... what is the crop for?”She smiled. “Relax; it’s all part of the costume.”He returned a nervous sm...le.“Pleasuring a man is all about ways of taking of care of this,” she told him as she stroked him. “There are so many ways of getting this to go down. So many ways to get this to give up its delicious cum.”She was looking him in the eye now and another petal unfurled. This was not the Annie that he thought he knew; this was no ordinary twenty-one year old girl.. Shes one of ours sluts. We love her. Wed defend her just as much as wed defend the others. Pat died on the floor of the Garage. When the police came, Kurt just explained it as an accident and the police bought it. Pat would not be the last man Kurt killed. He was a sadist. A black-hearted monster. Mother swallowed. That night he got needles and pierced my nipples. It hurt so much. But not nearly as much as the piercings in my labia and the one in my clitoral hood. When he would feel vicious, he. I blushed and told her that Ihad done it a few times. She said that we were going to have lots offun. I put on the other stocking, then attached the tops to the fourtabs hanging from the garter belt. I loved the silky feel of thestockings tugging on my smooth legs, but I didn't have any time to thinkabout it. Stacy handed me a beautiful pair of white brief panties. Theywere full cut, with lace bands at the waist and leg openings. I tookthem from her, opened the waist, and put my feet into. I love her very much and try to keep her happy. For the last few months my business was not going well and I was tense as it was getting difficult to pay my bills. There was another thing even worse bothering me a lot and that was my reducing sex urge with my wife. I was always trying to keep my wife away from me and feeling ashamed all the time. I would go home every day and in spite of knowing that my wife needs sex, I would say good night and sleep. I was able to see that she was getting.