“Girls like you so much enjoy my company,” Susan mocks. “You all have such insatiable needs... always in want... no matter how hard I try.”
In an odd manner, this is serendipitous, for Sandy cannot simultaneously be caned and sodomized.
“Thank you, Ma’am, for your attention,” Sandy’s voice quaking with the trauma. “But please no more.”
Heart rendering. But for the sadist such words are a catalyst. ‘No more’ really means more, like when a second offering of a luscious dessert is politely declined. Why would anyone truly refuse?
“But I have not palpated these fine breasts,” the heartless words offered as Susan’s hands lower to cup the impaled glands, suffering I am sure from the impactful greetings offered by the introduction of the afternoon’s red hot spatula.
Indeed, Sandy cries o
