Touch... not just the touch of lust, but the touch of love. A simple brush against my skin and suddenly I'm captivated by you. I yearn for you. Touch ...e again. Not just in my most sensitive or private parts, but anywhere that your loving hands may choose. Your fingers gently trace around my lips, sliding to the side of my face... my neck. Your kisses are perhaps my favorite. Lips so soft and appetizing. So delicately you press your lips to mine. The blood seems to rush through my body, settling. The slave’s face isalmost touching Master’s, and she feels him give her avery soft, wet and sexy kiss, and then release hernipples.Master sits back, takes another drink, and looks againat His pet. Before returning the glass to the table, hemoves the cold glass across each nipple, leaving it wetand chilled, ever so slightly.The Dom sits up straight in His chain, moves forwardtoward her, with their faces again almost touching. Shefeels His hands move to the snap on her jeans, and. Thinking about how the dog had fucked his hard cock in and out of her cunt, Abby was becoming more aroused with every passing second.The woman's fingers were soon plunging madly in and out of her steaming pussy as she feverishly stroked herself into a writhing passion. Her creamy ass was squirming around wildly on the bed as she wantonly ground her seething pussy up around her plunging finger. Unable to get the dog's big, red cock out of her mind, Abby's finger was fucking in and out of her. What I'm trying to say is that there seems to be a separation, a uniqueness, as if each body has its own life. Again, something I note only from observation, and not from surefire scientific knowledge. SCABS has left the scientific community gasping in the dust, trying to catch up with all its various oddities, and I am by no means a scientist. I am, in fact, an actor.Yes, folks, an actor, the very scourge of your teachers ... the oh-so-unserious, impractical career choice that has led many a.