Huono perse tipu kiusanteko ja haluaa kohteeseen pelata

“There are many forms of torture besides physical pain.” I said, setting the knife down, “A skilled torturer knows what best to employ for each victim.” I smiled coyly at Mother, “I’m afraid I’m a virgin at this, so please don’t judge my performance too harshly.” I reached behind myself, and undid the lacing on my indian gown. The garment fell from me in a cascade of silk, revealing a black leather corset that ended above my naval, fishnet stockings, and nothing else. I watched with growing excitement as Mother’s horror turned to revulsion. “Don’t you think I’m beautiful?” I grinned at her, “I’ve been told by the highest authority in the kingdom that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.” I reached between Mother’s legs, and gently ran my fingers through her petals. She hissed and tore her gaze away, blinking tears down her cheeks. “Father was my first experience with a man. He showed me so much of what it meant to be a lover. Desire, rage, jealousy, and most of all, power. It only makes sense that you should be my first experience with a woman. Thank you for giving me this.” I pushed my fingers inside. Mother gasped, her neck striating with cords, her jaw twitching. I breathed excitedly onto her throat as I explored her insides with three digits, savoring the heat of her, the softness, and the wetness. “I’ve never raped anyone before.” My words were punctuated with breath, “I never understood why such brutish pleasures would appeal to anyone, but now I see. There’s an art to it, isn’t there? You are an orchestra of emotion, and I am the conductor. I will make you play beautiful music.” I pressed myself to her, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, “How weak a woman you are, to lose your husband to your own daughter!” My thumb pressed into her clit, rubbing vigorously until it engorged on its own accord, “What kind of a wife so fails her spouse that he seeks the pleasure of his own child?” Mother shut her eyes tight, the tears filming at their creases. The muscles in her jaw twitched, but she would not relent a sound. “The things he did to me, Mother…” I moaned on her throat, “I never said ‘no’ to him. Then, everything went crazy. Humar positioned his manhood at Sophie's gaping, viscous pussy and thrust to the hilt, his balls slapping against her creamy thighs. He suck on the panties and fingers and she was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving. My naughty therapist had given me the opportunity to love my daddy. It was a smug smile, that said that he indian could have whatever he wants. You cannot just stare at women like you did today. Laura couldn't believe these questions. Was he gay? It was as if lightning bolts were shooting through my body as he licked the walls of my vagina. I wandered around for a while before deciding to go back to the boat to increase my orgasms count for the day. That night when you sat with Malek and Drask around the fire (Good Mother bless their souls), you decided that your purpose would be to spread the word of God to heathens all over the world, despite your exile from the Maternal Order. “True,” I said.