.way deep inside --John: is your pussy good and wet?Angelina: Yes--John: is it readyAngelina: Yes--John: do you want to hold it in your hand Angelina:... my lips--John: and rub it up and down your lipsAngelina: yes--John: roll your tongue around it, feel it getting harder in your mouthAngelina: yes--John: pull it down to your pussy and rub it up and own...get it wet with your juices...wet and slipperyAngelina: put it in--John: you do it Angelina: fuck me--John: I have the horn Angelina: me. It all sounded and felt so new. To be called a “wife” still sounded strange to her. Philippa was only twenty-five and she had married a man twenty-years her senior. John Langham was smart, successful and funny, everything she wanted in a man. Yet her impulsive decision to marry him so quickly had scandalized her more conservative parents, especially her father. Some of her friends had also been more than a little sceptical of the long-term prospects for the match. The decision to marry had been. He would then lift me at my knees rocking me forward onto the nipple clampswhich bit harder as they were crushed between me and the floor. He would fondlemy cock and balls and remove and then force back into place the butt plug.He enjoyed having the use of a naked white slave which he could humiliate andtorture at will. After what seemed an age of this intermittent torture. My Master rose withhis friends, he seemed to have lost interest in me and I hoped he would nowrelease me so I could escape. ”“I am and I’m not,” I said. “I spent last night with Joanna Kafkasian at the Mountview Deluxe Hotel and now she’s been reported missing. At the moment, I’m the last person known to have seen her.”Terri’s eyes widened. “Joanna Kafkasian,” she repeated. “Wow, for a dork you’re punching well above your weight. Prom with Cayenne Proctor followed by a night with Joanna Kafkasian. Wow!”“Mum’s grounded me for a week,” I admitted. “Better put some decent clothes on, we’re eating out tonight.”“Where.