.and if not, said I, then they should all go and join the prison service or something. I may have over-argued the point by referring them to judicial ...punishment, but that seems to be the flavour today. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's. A knee length, double sided split, black skirt, I pull over my hips. I slip my feet into a high pair of Ankle boots. I spritz myself with my favorite perfume, and I am ready to join the party.Back downstairs the guests have started arriving. One of the girls had the punch spiked, and set as a centerpiece on top of the loaded bar. Food sat in warming trays. We were ready. I grab one of the toothpicks on a bite size appetizer, and pop it into my mouth. Turning away from the table, I run into a. The cunt was drooling wildly now. The hot, creamy love juice went down her thighs and warmed her as if it were hot molasses drooling down her legs."All right, now open that pussy again, bitch," George said to her. There was no warmth in this encounter, except for the heat in her cunt and his cock. This was strictly animal lust, vicious, ruthless, wild.He pushed several fingers all at once into the girl's gaping pussy. The fingers sank to the very depths of the hole, the juices churning around. ” I held out a hand to the woman. “Good to meet you, Ms. Manton.”“It’s mutual, Mister Thompson.”“I’m hoping,” Franz inserted, “that we can have lunch together?”“I’m expecting to meet my fiancée,” I prevaricated.“Well, in no way would I interfere with that, but perhaps she could join us?”“I’ve failed to get her a new phone, and her old one isn’t usable...” I sighed. “I’d have liked to at least warn her of this, but she’s to meet me at reception at twelve-thirty. I hope that fits with your.