" "I cannot. I am innocent." The prisoner's breasts were about the level of the lady's chin. "Fetch the barber," she said. "Tell him to bring... his surgicalinstruments, needles and thread. You, heat some irons in the fire." While the barber stood by, the lady played with a red hot iron,singing the pubic hair, searing some of the still-bleeding whipwounds, which elicited loud screams but did staunch the flow ofblood. Between the widespread thighs, the now naked genital cleftgaped open,. Another slow danced started and Iwatched as he held my wife tightly and they danced as one. This visiononly lasted a second as Franklin took me in his arms and we also dancedto the slow song."o be honest, I'm not sure if it was all the wine I had been drinking,the beat of the music, my dress moving over my nylon covered legs, thesight of Helen in Harley's arms, the sweet fragrance of my perfume, orthe way Franklin had been treating me but at that moment I felt at peace,loved, and happy. I. He went to her room with his camera and took several nude shots and added them to the web. He was amazed how many men wanted a young pussy with big tits. The first man was fifty five and sent a nude photo and said he loved a young pussy but it was hard to find. John set up and appointment for that afternoon. He then went to his daughters room and told her "You love to fuck so I am going to get you all the cock you want. Now men will pay to fuck you." The man arrived and he collected the money. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” I said with grin, as I took a sip of water. “I’m enjoying the show.” “Oh really?” she shot back as she clamped her legs tightly together. “Well, I bet you might like it better…” As she spoke, Serena rolled over onto her hands and knees, arching her back seductively. “…like this?” I nodded as she smiled back at me, her face pressed flat against the bed. Her new position emphasized her hourglass-like figure by displaying a thick, round ass framing her glistening.