The damsel trusted the man and gave him her love to hold and protect. They were wed, and for a while he did an excellent job of keeping her heart safe.... The two laughed much and loved deeply, but the damsel eventually became sad. She missed traveling, and the lush beauty of things that lived outside the desert. They had made plans for years to run off and make a life somewhere else, but it never happened. The damsel began to feel like a caged bird, and her husband resented her for not being. I drew a 9 ‘not bad’ he said then he picked a card and flipped it over ‘six’ he cried ! So he removed his shirt. ‘Pick again’ he said. So i shuffled and picked out another card. ‘Ace’ he exclaimed ‘oh fuck’ he followed. He then picked out a card ‘ten’ he moaned. He then removed his jeans and I could see he had a ragging hard on under his jocks. ‘One more and I’m yours’ he said and I could barely contain myself. He placed the cards in front of my again I quickly grabbed a card ‘2’ he exclaimed.. " Tears rolled down her cheeks but she knew she had to try and sleep. She was exhausted. It was difficult because he was giving her an enema. She managed to fall asleep at one point. She didn't sleep long when he woke her by pushing something down her nose. It had little clips on it that attached to her nose. He put one down either side."They will enable you to breath while someones dick is in your throat. Now just in case anyone who might know you should come to my party I will have to. He cups both my breasts and blows against them gently, his cool breath hardens them further. My fingers find his hair and weaves through it, gently tugging as he continues to arouse my nipples. He begins to pull at my nipples, extending it. With each tug, my body arches further into his palm. I groan as my nipples bear the punishment/pleasure of his deft fingers, making every nerve ending in my body tingle in sweet agony. I moan, my legs clamping together tightly as I feel the sweet sensation.