Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth sharing the warm load. I smiled as he lowered his mouth to my nipples, sucking them alternately. I cl...osed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. My nipples are very sensitive and I love having them licked and sucked. I use a small mascara brush to brush them when I masturbate. He soon worked his way down my flat stomach and pulled my thong off in one quick tug. I was now completely naked other than the thigh highs and heels. I. ... Don't stop. Not yet. Okay? Please?"Your hand caressing my cheeks was suddenly replaced; hard, cool ivory, stiff bristles! Realization! It is the unmistakable feel of my antique, ivory hair-brush, moving, raking over my exposed ass. My entire being tenses with the thought of your retribution. Then you speak for the first time, as you raise the brush high into the air..."Lil Bit, I think we need to talk about the way you woke me this morning!" Swooosh!! CRACK! You brought the brush down hard. "Right now, you look likesomeone who needs a bath."The back of his hand smacked into the side of my face before I could haveeven thought of reacting. It would have been a death blow to a mortal.Fortunately, I was only half mortal. My ribs ached from the rough landingand my ears were ringing, but I was still alive.The door to our cabin swung open with a booming crash. "Arnash! How *dare*you lay a hand on my daughter!" The wind picked up and dark clouds beganto gather in response to his wrath. I. If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also."While many of you refuse to accept my right of free speech, and even flame me over the parables in my stories, they have obviously touched a raw nerve. Thus I am persecuted here also."Why do I keep posting here?" they keep asking.In Mark 2:17, Jesus said, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."No, I don't expect to.