I try to pull my head away, but he’s stillholding on tight. “Easy with the teeth, honey,” he laughs. I’m in no laughing mood as I stare up int...ohis eyes defiantly, but he’s still sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “Oh baby, I’m almost there.Just like that honey,” still shoving his cock down my throat, but a little bit lighter now. A good lessonlearned for both of us; teeth can send a clear message. But now, I’m just holding on for dear life. The rhythm of his thrusts increase in pace. His. He quickly turned hisample ass to the mirror and stroked it approvingly before giving it asharp smack. He giggled as he watched it bouncing. He loved his panties.They were black with pink lace keyhole hearts on each cheek, and oneright above his mons in the front."Ed. Pick up," the voice repeated. Uh-oh, he thought, she sounds pissed.Ed quickly came back to his senses."Hey babe." He tried to sound apologetic, but he noticed with his femmevocal chords, it just sounded perky. Fuck, he thought,. She was strapped to a rack. A table used to stretch the body beyond it's limit. He wasn't stretching her; he was stripping her.Once she was nude, he grabbed a bucket of water and splashed it over her. He then picked up a lone needle and showed it to her before stabbing it in several places around her nipples.Brianna cried out in pain as he continued to poke and prod her breasts. This was followed by candle wax over each wound. It burned and stung, causing whimpers and screams to slip from her. Gramps figured it wasn’t worth the time and money to get it straightened out, so the family is stuck with Satanowski.”He grinned rather sheepishly as he admitted, “I’m not a son of Satan. I’m just a horny guy with a tanning booth in my basement that I can use to make my skin red for Halloween parties.”He brushed his hair carefully aside so she could see the nubs of the prosthetic horns.“I even have fake horns from Hollywood,” he continued. After another sheepish smile, he said, “I’ve got a.