Perhaps it was just my imagination that allowed me to watch her fully please herself to a complete orgasm. I knew better. It did happen. However, it l...ooked like we both were going to act as if it never did.That suited me fine because I was obviously nervous and concerned with how I would deal with my Mum now. If she was going to simply act as if nothing happened, so would I. It looked like my Mum and I were going to play a little "game" here. I could do that. However, I found out that the game. She was being crucified, and the pain was appalling. Through the flaring torture she heard the laughter and catcalls of the mob, mocking the way she had spread her legs apart to try to stand, the way her legs buckled as if she were drunk, the way her breasts thumped painfully as she struggled for breath.She screamed hyaterically for mercy, horrified and terrified at the appalling pain that falling on the nails produced – falling on the nails as she would be when they had finished crucifying. This Halloween, at midnight, would be the seventh renewal for Dave’s contract. Or, it would be his day of reckoning.Obviously, he hadn’t sold his soul for the understanding of computers two hundred and fifty years ago. No, at that time the man who was currently David Wilcox was an apprentice watchmaker in Switzerland– and not a very good one. He was failing miserably. The only reason he had not been turned out on his ear was that he did have one very consummate skill. He was an expert on. It wasn't long before I was fucking away, thrusting inside him withreckless abandon. That was when I saw it. A glimpse of something I'dnever seen before: His body writhing, his palms pressed against my chest,his face scrunched up and moaning. It was the look of sheer and unbridledpleasure.As I railed away, fucking him the way I'd always wished he'd fuck me,there was no more resistance, only whimpers and cries of ecstasy.That was the moment I knew he was well and truly mine. And I took.