“Your point?” Don chuckled. “Will you answer questions, or do we let the gators have your other foot next?”“If I say anything, they’ll kil...l me,” the Sergeant tried to explain.“You still don’t understand, yet. I will kill you tonight, whether or not you answer my questions. The only question is whether we let the gators kill you one bite at a time, or if you earn the right to a quick, painless bullet in the head. You have five seconds to start talking or it’s feeding time at the zoo.”“Okay, I’ll. He read the brief description and found that the soul purpose was the recording was to bring about climax while in trance. ‘How perfect’ he thought to himself. I was if it was made specifically to meet his desire. The price was $50, which gave him pause. Jason was not one to spend his money frivolously but his desire won out over his miserly tendencies and he clicked on the ‘Buy now’ button. It took him a few minutes to enter his name, address, phone number, email and credit card information. I was all alone in the house. I wanted to play in my papers. It usually consisted of rubbing and wrapping the sections onto my nude body. I vaguely felt like I wanted to be absorbed into the newspaper. The Sports section excited me most. All of a sudden I felt myself get very hard and for the first time in my life I had an orgasm. It was like I was being absorbed into the newspaper! I was completely hooked then. From then on, I took every opportunity to play in the paper. I developed fantasies. Those plump juicy lips, that glistened with berry flavored lip gloss, just begging to be put to good use. Santana groaned as she felt a certain familiar tightening in her stomach. Sitting up slightly the Latina grabbed her backpack from the floor. Placing it on her lap as casually as she could as her spanks began to get tighter and tighter. With a blank face Santana shifted in her seat as she felt her "lil S" growing harder as Rachel finished her song by dragging her tongue over those red ruby.