I could tell you I stopped there....but of course I didn't - my hand moved further up to her underwear. I can remember it vividly, the warm moistness ...between her thighs seeping through her panties as my fingers massaged her. As things moved onwards, she was getting more and more into what I was doing, and less into the film. I could hear her breath deepening and little gasps from her....and a slight thrusting of her hips against my fingers.....Getting braver, she reached across and fiddled with. I don't believe you have any etchings, but if you do I will look at them."She had a throaty voice and Bob enjoyed hearing her talk. He asked her questions on the drive to his house and she talked quite a bit."Thank God for electric garage door openers," Bob thought, as he could pull the car directly into the garage. He didn't want the neighbors to get uptight by seeing Bob bringing a girl home when his parents were away. In the house he took her coat and watched her nice looking backside as she. My son Mark is 20 years old today, so he has to sexually humiliate my wife, his mom, in order to demonstrate his disrespect for (and power over) women. My daughter was Degraded last year, but there was much less pressure, since women are not allowed in the workforce, unless they're Drains, i.e., cock and cum receptacles for men at the workplace. Mark has completed the requisite six-month training program on how to properly abuse women, and he's at a friend's house, surrounded by the usual 40. She’s scream in pain, just like they wanted, but she wouldn’t try to protect herself from their abuse.The sound of the door opening and closing got her attention. She and the other women all got into their submissive kneeling position. Struggling to keep her facial features passive, Victoria stared at the rough combat boots that appeared in front of her cage. She was puzzled by the rough footwear. None of the Masters would ever consider wearing something like that.“Victoria.”She didn’t.