Carmichael came up and pulled away what was left of Billy's bloodied and shredded thong. Then he took a small key from his pocket and undid the lock o... Billy’s cock-cage. Billy’s organ, damp and wrinkled, but so long neglected, started to engorge at his English teacher’s most imperceptible touch. Billy was now completely naked and half-erect in front of the crowd. He should have been embarrassed, but he was beyond shame now. To his family, his friends, and his neighbors, he no longer had a name. I’m still getting a grasp on it. The biggest issue with souls concern how clean they are. Guilt, shame and evil decisions dirty it, while being good shows as a consistent light. Bad choices begin as dark blemishes. As the person defines themselves by those actions, accepting them as character traits, they become like a cancer, growing and festering. The people someone loves are reflected in its light energy. Those one despises, or who initiated those acts, are forever burned into their. Her arms flew to the tramp's neck and she embraced him because she needed his support, and out of nowhere, she was clinging to his body as to a lover, and holding him tight, and she could feel his big masculine cock against her pussy, hard and aching and yearning to screw her."Fuck me!" she growled, rubbing his cock against her belly. "Oh God, fuck me!"She didn't mean to say it but she'd said it and it was moving, his cock, sliding against her slit, over her dress, getting harder and talking. “And what if I get her to wear the strap-on? Because I tell you what, I would fucking love to see you with my cock down your throat and her taking you from behind with an enormous strap-on.”“Fuck me, you filthy man.” She straddled me again and wasted no time in sinking down onto my shaft. I groaned and bucked up into her, and she started to grind slowly. “Fuck me... ah... like you want to fuck all of us ‘white-hot girls’. God... I couldn’t care about protection. Ahhh...” She leant down and.