I can feel your frustration, I know how horny you are, how much you want to cum. I lead you into the bedroom, and stop you at the edge of the bed and ...slowly undress you. I kiss you very softly on the corner of your mouth, and then move my lips to the center of yours, where I press firmly but gently against your lips. I take your bottom lip between my teeth lightly. Your lips open and my tongue slides into your mouth. It touches your tongue lightly, then withdraws again, playing across your lips. Easy wounding, hurting but not eliminating the ability to keep erect. Reveling in their exertion. Smiling now, enjoying it as always. Hearing the groans of pain. Grinding their victims slowly to bruised, bloody heaps of defeated flesh. Catching each other's eyes occasionally, sharing their excitement.The now beaten kids staggered away one by one, limping and wailing. Some neighbors had come out to watch. Finally the last crept away, and as he and Victoria touched shoulders watching, lust. ”F: “Ok”, you said.M: “Just the black one piece.” Our conversations were pretty one directional, always post 10 pm and ended with you replying with a syllable, unless I was in a different mood.You thought my leather jacket had given some great times, and was wearing out – so decided I wanted to get a new one. You had heard me talk about getting as new electric toothbrush too.You heard a car revving up outside your gate. No lipstick. You know I liked the natural look. Naked face. Naked at home,. When she recovered, she flipped me over. “Not bad, for a sissy boi,” she said, “But now I get to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you cum.” I turned over, and she pulled me onto my hands and knees. I could see myself in the mirrored wardrobes opposite the bed. The tight pink bra pulled my chest into a cleavage framed through the white fur edging. My arse wiggled, encased in the satin, and the fur edging rubbed over my garter belt and stockings. I could see the pink boots.