’ Christian wrapped a fist around his shaft and started to stroke himself, slowly at first, then faster. ‘Ride me, Elise. Ride my dick,’ he co...mmanded. ‘Oh yes, Christian. Your dick feels so good in me. You are in so deep.’ Elise was pinching one nipple aggressively as her other hand plunged into her wet heat, every so often rubbing small circles on and around her clit. She could feel the tightness boiling up inside her as she pushed herself toward climax. Christian was pumping himself. He'd fought his way, successfully, through TheAmphitheatre of Discord, Clubue Diabolique, The Mystery Cellarand the cavernous Corridor of Obloquy, always wielding"Leviathan" as a trusted friend more than as a weapon. Under theinfluence of Pfizer's antiseptic RageGax, Henry could perform themost inhuman feats of valour.Ordinarily, the corrosive properties of "Leviathan" might eatholes in a man's tooth enamel. But Henry didn't skimp on brushingdaily with Colgate's lead-laced tooth salve. What a lovely couple they make. Then, she walked out, got into her Italian sports car, and drove home to her palatial estate.There she was greeted by her staff: Raul, the gardener, who was as thick-as-a-fencepost; Gabrielle, the sultry French maid; Arthur, her handsome English major domo; Diana, her mousy secretary who was a tigress in bed; Marcy, her slinky chauffeur; Dave, the mechanic, who was good with his hands; Erika, her Amazonian personal trainer; Bruno, her personal masseur; and the. One buttock, then the other. Then across both. I was drooling uncontrollably into my gag. Blubbering. It stopped. Pure relief."Now, this is to remember." I was confused. Then..... crack!!! White-hot fire across my bottom! I screamed into the gag. It must have been a cane, or something like it.Another.... yowwwww!!! No. No. Too much.Another.... the pain was.... too much....I felt nearness to my head. "Listen, slut. That was just a taste. Understand? You will *always* be keen and enthusiastic to.