He grabs the chain pulling them taut. My nipples and clit scream with need. I hear the cruelty in his chuckle that follows. How can someone so evil ma...ke me feel so loved? The vastness of such a thought could be explored in a lifetime.He releases the clamps on the chains. He kisses me tenderly to soothe my abused flesh. For all his savagery, this is what breaks me. The straps to my wrists and ankles are released but I dare not move. Strong hands grip me as I am lifted away, only to be rested. I'm not bad, I'm average. Not handsome, not ugly. Not too charming. Not too rich. But Camille is, like I said, a goddess, and people think you need to be a god to marry a goddess."I think it's wiser than being jealous all the time." Did she ever cheat on you?"I laughed. Camille tells me all the bad lines she gets, and the good ones too, usually lying naked on my lap, and we have a blast laughing of her sharp replies. Once this guy came to her, well-built, Hollywood-handsome. She turned to him,. Finally the opening of her cunt reached the base of my cock and she moved her arm round to caress my back as she pressed herself closer to me, her brown breasts against my chest. Now her lips were at the same level as mine as she was shorter than me, so we kissed long and hard.Once Laura had recovered from the pain of her cherry popping, she lifted herself up again until my penis came out of her. I was so hard that she didn't need to hold it in position as she lowered herself down, the entrance. ., ” she paused, “you’d never…,” she stumbled for words, as though for some reason she didn’t want to say the word, then she swallowed, and said, “… you were a virgin.” Ashley looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her school uniform, with no shoes, and looked back at the door again, and finally back at me. She made eye contact, with her face close to mine because of the position we were standing in, and said, quietly, “Rick, you walked in that door a virgin. You don’t have to be,.