I love you.But I wasn’t sure what to do with that feeling.You ... You wanted to be with me.But you know what I am.You know I’m a freak.I... How co...ld I believe that, even if I felt it?Peoples’ thoughts don’t always match what they feel. It’s not common, but it happens.I thought maybe that’s what was happening.So I tested you.I teased you. I tortured you.I knew what I was doing.I wanted to see if you would break. I wanted to know if your lust was stronger than your caring.You really struggled. I. . doing what she was doing unless thewoman, who was her mother, climaxed.I finally had to put the mother into a dream state where instead of herdaughter it was her ideal lover pleasuring her so she could relax enoughto climax, allowing the daughter to stop.Needless to say, I had O'Brian, our healer, make those two a priority.The other frustrating case was one of the men who was wearing women'sclothes. Nothing I could come up with freed him, as he seemed to havebeen given what I could only think. She leaned over my back, her breasts tickling me. She started to nibble my ear as she brought her hand to my face. I sucked my cum from her hand, licking each finger clean, all while she watched and had her tongue in my ear. I flipped over, and she slid down to lick the splashed back cum off my stomach. Coming back up to my face, with her tongue hanging out, covered in cum, I leaned forward to suck on her tongue, which turned into a very sensual kiss. I looked over at the clock on the wall and. There was so much more to appreciate as a spectator and Lo Liluoang?s torturer had so much grace and flair for her horrific job that she made a mere caning into a lotus bloom of so much beauty that the victim was pleasured by the pain.Garry had passed out but his body shivered as the masseur applied a vinegar sponge and cleaned the blood from his back to reveal the single symbol that had been cut in eight strokes of the cane instead of the seven strokes of a calligraphic brush. The character.