With Maya wondering groaning and whimpering between her pain-filled screams from this abuse! This harsh treatment was tempered by Mistress Ms lovingly... rubbing this stuff all over her clit, the sounds and her reaction to this special whipping and perverse abuse has echoed throughout the stone walls of the Dungeon! Mistress M said to Maya after satisfying her fetish for abuse, has said you will love this as she walked to the big steel door?and closed it with a clank, then Maya heard it lock! Maya. ” Red looked over her shoulder to meet Cris’s eyes as Cris stood in front of the coffee table pouring herself a glass of whiskey. “I’d like one of those too,” she said to Cris.“I have read them all actually. Are you surprised?”“Pleasantly.” Red walked over to Cris and took one of the two glasses she held in her hand and drank half the glass in one swig like it was iced tea. Cris blinked and shook her head slightly when she saw that. “Would you like to sit?” Cris stepped around the coffee table. Finally ready to go get fucked?” the same deep voice asked as I started to climb off the barstool.Eyeing him up and down, I told him, “No, decided to just go home. Besides, you are too old for me. You probably don’t have the stamina to give me what I want and need anyway so you just wasted money on a cabin.”“You are a sassy bitch and as a reward, you have earned yourself an over-the-knee old fashioned spanking sometime tonight,” Clint told me. “And for your information, I am only thirty-nine. For a moment she admired him with the shirt nearly off, bright cloth contrasting the dark, polished walnut of his flawless skin. Using the toy, she pushed the shirt and jacket open, exposing his wings at last. For a moment he seemed almost shy. The old shame for his wings lingered. ‘Take off your jacket and shirt. Let me see you.’ It was a quiet, firm demand he obeyed without reservation. Gooseflesh prickled along his arms as his muscles tightened, flexing his way out of the sleeves, letting.