He touched me with it lightly, almost kissing the skin, turning it a little and letting it stay alight while he moved it slowly on my nipple. Either h...e'd had more experience with this than he had let on, or he had really been paying attention to my stories. It seemed to go on for a long time, but of course it was only a few seconds before the thing finally extiguished itself in my flesh under his gentle pressure.There was no way I could keep eye contact with him at that point. I was howling. “What is so civilized?” she counters. “America, Russia ... both our countries seek power and control. Other countries want control. People want control and power. The world does not seem so civilized to me.”“You got a point, I guess,” he reasons.The scene is the same as the one yesterday. And again, the victim wasn’t mutilated, which made the medical examiner determine that it was the same copycat killer. Considering the details of the missing parts have never been made public, it is a good. She moaned very lightly as I rubbed her clit and slipped in and out of her. She gripped my hand between her legs and I fought to pleasure her. She was trying to hold out but her orgasm hit her. A stifled gasp could be heard (at least by me) and then she held her tongue and enjoyed a silent orgasm of her own.All this was more than amazing, but I still had the uncontrollable urge to fuck her brains out. I needed to be all over her body and feel it all. A couple of orgasms were nothing compared to. The pain was a convenient reference point for the pleasure she knew she was about to receive.What greater pleasure could a chick want than a man's prick?"Stop, stop it, damn you! Put me down!" She began writhing around enough so that the man couldn't easily hang onto her any longer. This got the message through to him.He unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed. "Are you ready for me now or are you going to run again?" Ready for what?" she challenged, but her eyes told him the story.She loved.