Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA f...owered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. “Maybe you could make a recommendation…something fairly cheap, but fun.”The guy didn’t even stop to think, he grabbed what looked like a pair of leather cuffs and walked around behind me. John gave a nod of permission, and he strapped them on me. They held my wrists tight together behind my back, nothing new there, then all of a sudden my shorts were around my ankles. He ran another leather strap down my ass crack, and tightened it around my balls.“It’s adjustable too,” he said, giving a. Michael closed his eyes and focused on the incredible feeling of his mother's mouth sliding up and down his cock. Little by little his body became less tense. He looked down on Lisa's blonde hair and put his hands on her head. As she picked up the pace, Michael began to time the rocking of his hips so that his thrusts matched her movements.Lisa grabbed him by the ass and pulled him closer. A couple minutes passed. Then she backed away and stood up."Get me naked, Michael," she nearly whispered.. As she grows closer to an orgasm, she feels the vibrator pick up speed. She lets out a long gasp and her knees go weak. She makes her way over to the edge of the tub and sits down. She continues to rub her clit and leans back, pushing the plug deeper inside her. Her muscles contract on the toy as she reaches a strong orgasm. Her body shakes and she tries to muffle her moans as they try to escape her body. She shakes a little due to the vibrator still humming away, but manages to regain her.Read More
A crewman began lowering a boat to retrieve the zucchetto. Trump told the crewman not to bother. Trump climbed down the yacht’s ladder; walked acros... the waves, picked up the zucchetto; walked back to the yacht and handed it to the Pope. The Pope and the press corps were amazed! Donald Trump could actually walk on water! Speculation immediately began as to how ABC, CNN, NBC, ABC, The Washington Post and New York Times would report this miraculous event to the rest of the world. The next morning. I pulled off the scarf and just sobbed. There was blood and semen all over my legs and bed, I was in pain. The door banged open “Clean up this mess you slag, and if you say anything to Carol or Jasmine your sisters next.” I couldn’t say anything, he had me under his control. I was struggling with anger and hatred and was emotional and tearful too! I felt useless. When my Mum and Sister returned I said nothing. “You ok sweetness,” my mum enquired, I nodded yes. The next day I dressed in some.More
