My weapons slammed into her chest, into her bleeding breasts. My hammer cracked into her sternum. My ax bounced off her ribs. Pain shot through me. I ...swayed.My attack did nothing. Dizzying waves surged through me. My entire body shuddered. I stumbled and fell onto my back. I was dying. More blood coughed out of me. I had to fight. I had to get up. “Kneel!” Kora ordered. “Submit!”The Paragon roared, her entire body shook. She clenched her fist.I had to finish her off.I pressed up on an elbow,. Lots of pictures to come. It was definately an experience. I didn't see a cage though :(To end my night my amazing boyfriend bought me a leather rose with cane stem. What a perfect day. Rick bought a wartonburg pinwheel. I don't mind that toy :) also don't mind my boyfriends new claws.I saw everything from 80 year old men without pants, to grown adults in diapers. Every kink imaginable was there. Ok maybe not every kink… google the map of the lands of the human sexuality. Most of the common. Free Love, they called it, the Pill had been invented, was becoming widely available and there was no HIV to worry about back then. Yes, there were other things you could pick up, but a couple of trips to the clinic normally sorted those out. Christ, if it had two legs and a skirt, you shagged it. That is, unless you were in Scotland, of course. If you had any sense, you popped down to ‘The Clinic’ every couple of months where, if you’d been unlucky, they gave you a couple of jabs in the arse. We wanted them to have privacy.On the screen was Mrs. Armstrong climbing onto the massage table. Carmelita was lying on her back, her Golden-Brown skin contrasting with the married woman's paler skin. Mr. Armstrong groaned as he watched his wife lick her lips and lean her head down.“Mmm, yes, yes,” moaned Carmelita, her round breasts jiggling. She had a landing strip leading to her shaved pussy. “Get down to there and exercise that tongue. You were so mean to us. After all the pleasure I gave.