That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Et cetera, et cetera. Hollow words, maybe, but with a ring of truth. Tragedies are ultimately not about... death — they are about what comes after. Similarly, funerals are not for the dead, they are for the ones left behind. It is appropriate to mourn, to weep, to put your head in your hands and ask ‘Why?’ What is not appropriate is to let such an event stop you from being human. Our senses are numbed, our conscience burdened by the unbearable weight. In essence, that was Sophia. To be sure, she was brought up to believe she was always right. People rarely, if ever, opposed what she said. But that persona could not have been further from the truth. Sophia didn't quite care for the constant power trip or being in-charge. Deep down, she was His secret slut. Deep down, she wanted no control at all.She was on her knees, wearing only little black panties. He loved the way she looked in it. He had them made for her with the mark he branded her. ”She had completely submitted herself to me. I took off my t-shirt and started caressing and licking her boobs. I made her boobs wet with my saliva. Her bra color was now visible despite the top. I raised her top a little above her boobs and started licking her navel.She started shivering as she never experienced this kind of pleasure before. At the same time, I tried to pull off her legging and I succeeded. I widened her legs, licked her thighs and pulled her pink color panties. Her pussy was. "Oh that was so good" Mistress then put her fur back on and sat in front of me on the couch and leaning back with the front of her fur open started flying solo with her left hand as she cuddled the fur collar to her cheek with her right.All I could do was hang there watching with a raging woodie,such beautiful terrible extacy. When she'd landed she came over to me and released one hand at a time,clipping each wrist to the rings on the collar.She gave me another deep kiss and said"Now we won't.