It licked its chops. I tried to kick, but my legs were too weak. Its rough tongue licked up my leg. My pussy clenched. What would that tongue feel lik...?The monster purred as its tongue slithered closer to my cunt. Its tentacles worked harder on my tits, covering them in more of the wonderful slime. I shuddered and bucked, spreading my legs apart. Its tongue reached my pussy.“Yes!” I gasped as it took a lick. His tongue probed into my hole before flicking up and brushing the tip of my clit.. I anxiously, yet patiently, await your return, when I can again bask in the warmth of your presence as a rose resumes its growth when revived from the chill of the night by the morning sun, and be nourished by the sound of your sweet voice.Until then, I am ever,Your humble servant,W. J. GoldbergWhat? No email and then this, what is it?I read it again.It clicked. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a. I heard Terry say on the TV, "Slow down, Tracy, there ain't no hurry. Don't worry, honey, I'll give you my cum, slow down, Trace." I watched him pushing my head back and when he did manage to get my mouth off of him, I just held onto his dick stroking it and trying to get him off. Terry said it again to me as he finally pushed my mouth off of him, "Slow down, Tracy. I know you love sucking cock, but not so fast baby, hell, you don't know what the other two things I want you to do yet honey."I. Every strike was in a new spot, each drew the exact same triangular wound, every wound bled. Unbelievably, loreena was still counting them out. What Lorne lacked in finesse, he made up for in imagination. “Okay, slave, time for tits.” “noooo….please,” she begged even as she turned, knowing that to disobey could add up to additional lashings. Lorne lashed each of her boobs five times. Her nipples stood at attention as though desiring the touch of the lash. She counted those out, too. “Okay,.