After number eight, Jane's wail of woe echoed off the basement walls which were far too thick to allow it to any further. Sleepy dogs in nearby houses... raised their heads sensing that some creature was in a bad way but they immediately went back to sleep since it was too far away to concern them directly.The basement session was so stimulating to the man of the cloth that he took advantage of his wife's available posterior for a long drawn-out pounding with his seldom unsheathed cock. He was. "Sorry," he muttered in English as he adjusted himself until his penis at last was able to point upward. I knew he had to be at least as tall as I am, because earlier I'd felt his clothes-bound erection at the base of my ass, whereas now his still-hard cock was nestled, base-to-tip, between my buttocks. The train's movements caused it to rub provocatively against me, mostly from side to side, but occasionally, with only a slight change in the train's speed or direction, it would move up and. ” “If you want to then you will need to lubricate me – I don’t like it going in dry. It hurts.” He said. “Don’t move.” Then he left the bedroom and came back with a dish of butter. “Shit are you going to use that?” I asked. “I saw Marlon Brando use butter in a movie once so I thought if it’s good enough for him it must be good enough for you. It might be better than your face cream. ” He laughed. I laughed with him. I vaguely remembered the name Marlon Brando as a film star. I don’t think I had. Isauria remained fearful of doing anything to further offend her owner, but she had learned the lesson Danka wanted to teach her. She never again did anything without being absolutely certain she understood exactly what was expected of her.Isauria’s Path in Life would be to remain Danka’s servant and companion throughout 1756. She continued to wear her slave collar, partly because Danka did not have the tools necessary to remove it, and partly because Danka knew it would be best for the girl to.