In that room, Anastasia wasn’t human. She was a plastic object which men passed around to please their animalistic needs. They came all over her per...ectly rendered face, one after the other, their semen stunningly simulated to flow over her naked body. The white fluid made its way between her huge breasts and part of it trickled across her puffy nipples all the way down to her still quivering vagina.The men logged out, one after the other. They said nothing. They typed nothing into the chatbox.. Allowing the line the reel out of the boat while the sinking magnet raced quickly to the bottom. Dragging it towards the boat while pulling it towards me. Reaching from gripped pull to gripped pull till the heavy magnet got heavier. Still pulling the weight of this metal across the bottom of the rivers mud and stumps was trying. But as the magnet got directly below the boat and I pulled up wards and the boat sank a bit from the weight. I knew I had something. The magnet broke free its hold and. . and how! I've learned so much since then that I wonder what he thought of the crude way I fucked back to him then? I find a man shows his true character in bed. I have made so dear friends this way, male and female. Once you know someone sexually what is there to hide? People become people not actors when they "drop their pants" so to speak.I love a good time with a passionte person. I love BIG COCKS!I do hope that you will come and visit us in Houston. We'll take you to a place I bet you've. "Don't drop the whip", I whisper, as I suddenly grab and handful of her hair, and force march her over to the chair I was occupying recently. She gasps, and some of the tension goes out of her stance, as I bend her over the chair, in a 45 degree angle. She still holds the whip, holding that position by muscle power alone, but already, she's beginning to tremble. Slowly, I draw the scissors out of my pocket, and show them to her. Her gaze loses its arrogance, as she considers what I might be.