He was strung up by ropes tied to his thumbs and his balls, the Devil had him hanging over the main entrance to Hell as a sign to evil doers who screw...ed up of what kind of treatment they could expect. The Devil had made some subtle changes in his vocal chords so that he would always be able to scream, and he was always screaming.This took hours of subjective time for the beings in Hell, but the Devil was able to cover all this and return to Alieria with no perceptible time lapse there. The. Each fable taking her to places she had never seen and showing her delights she had never before experienced. Tonight he had come for her again. As if restrained by silken bonds, her hands were unable to move, but her eyes watched him as he moved around her. Mesmerized by his beauty, her gaze unable to tear away from him. His dark good looks seem to radiate strength and power. His eyes so dark and hypnotic, with such an exotic tilt it sent shivers through her. His swarthy skin such a contrast. My questioner, was somewhat taken aback, as he was studying me face intently, hoping for a shock-like reaction, instead.In my early years you tended to accept Porn as it was back in the 70's, and very Swedish, the country that made Porn with a story, which sadly lacks in todays mechanical, spitting, gagging, full of sexually demented females, when wound-up utter 'Oh Yeas' like a push my belly button doll. Of course Porn is churned out in its thousands, all with the same non-story line and same. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That’s better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of the latter. She considers Joi like a mother and never.