hurt me. As far as what I’ll do to him, you are better off not knowing it.”
“But I want to watch him suffer. Don’t I deserve to see his pain? After everything he did to me, and for so long.” She stated.
John thought about it for a minute. Clyde chimed in, “you know she has a good point.”
“Let me think about it. Tell me more about Howard and what happened.” John said, avoiding the answer to whether or not he would allow her to come along when he took care of Howard.
“His name is Howard Sherlock. Like I said my parents sold me to him when I was 17. He acted so nice to me at first. Paid attention to me, he always paid attention to me. He would buy me things that were nice. I was infatuated with him and all the attention. So when he first approached me for sex, the one and only time he didn’t just take it from me, I went along with it. I didn’t find it enjoyable at all, not like with you. The feelings you brought to my body, I never felt with Howard. I never had an orgasm. Maybe that was because he would be done in about a minute, and roll off and go back to work.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Turning towards John she looked up in his eyes. He could see the spark of lust there, he knew what she was thinking, even before she moved in and kissed him. Her mouth was hungry for his, she searched out his tongue, and he let in to the desires.
John knew he shouldn’t make love to her again, not until this stuff with Howard was done. But she had a wicked hold on him, his body reacted before he could stop it. But he didn’t want to rush it, he wanted to show her how it could really be. John grabbed her and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
He undressed her slowly, and stood to look at her body once again. Seeing the bruises he got upset again, but her beauty over rode his sense of revenge enough. Her breasts were pert and lovely, not too big, yet enough that he could fit them nicely into his hands. John lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and suckled on her breast. He heard her moan from the pleasure.
At least Howard hadn’t taken her pleasure sensors from her. He had heard of some women who had been beaten so much they couldn’t feel pleasure anymore.
He glided his hands across her body, using his magic to heal her wounds so she would feel no pain. John went up and kissed her passionately again, then moved to her neck. He nibbled on the skin below her ear and felt her breathing speed up, as a moan escaped from her lips.
John lowered her to the bed and undressed. He looked at the girl who lay in front of him, she was stunning. He could not understand why anyone would ever want to hurt her. She gasped again as she looked at his hard prick. It stood jutting out from his midsection, proudly displaying its length and circumference.
He wanted to show her the many ways her body could be enjoyed, so he lowered his body so that he was looking at her sex. He noticed it was nicely trimmed. The reddish brown hair, circled the treasure that was her pussy. He saw the moisture that clung to the lips of her snatch, and how it stuck to the hairs around.
John licked his lips in anticipation, he smelled the juices and they were a mixture of sweet and just a bit of tangy. He ran his tongue along the slit, up to her clitoris. Janice jumped as if she had been hit by electricity. She moaned loudly and grabbed his head, begging him to do more of what he had just done.
He gladly, went back to the job of pleasuring her. Licking along the lips again, he let his tongue slide inside of her, getting a full taste of the love juice from her body. He moaned, it tasted better than he had expected. John wanted to taste her juice after she had an orgasm. He moved to her clit and sucked on it, nibbling on it lightly, Janice jumped in reaction. She
“But I want to watch him suffer. Don’t I deserve to see his pain? After everything he did to me, and for so long.” She stated.
John thought about it for a minute. Clyde chimed in, “you know she has a good point.”
“Let me think about it. Tell me more about Howard and what happened.” John said, avoiding the answer to whether or not he would allow her to come along when he took care of Howard.
“His name is Howard Sherlock. Like I said my parents sold me to him when I was 17. He acted so nice to me at first. Paid attention to me, he always paid attention to me. He would buy me things that were nice. I was infatuated with him and all the attention. So when he first approached me for sex, the one and only time he didn’t just take it from me, I went along with it. I didn’t find it enjoyable at all, not like with you. The feelings you brought to my body, I never felt with Howard. I never had an orgasm. Maybe that was because he would be done in about a minute, and roll off and go back to work.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Turning towards John she looked up in his eyes. He could see the spark of lust there, he knew what she was thinking, even before she moved in and kissed him. Her mouth was hungry for his, she searched out his tongue, and he let in to the desires.
John knew he shouldn’t make love to her again, not until this stuff with Howard was done. But she had a wicked hold on him, his body reacted before he could stop it. But he didn’t want to rush it, he wanted to show her how it could really be. John grabbed her and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
He undressed her slowly, and stood to look at her body once again. Seeing the bruises he got upset again, but her beauty over rode his sense of revenge enough. Her breasts were pert and lovely, not too big, yet enough that he could fit them nicely into his hands. John lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and suckled on her breast. He heard her moan from the pleasure.
At least Howard hadn’t taken her pleasure sensors from her. He had heard of some women who had been beaten so much they couldn’t feel pleasure anymore.
He glided his hands across her body, using his magic to heal her wounds so she would feel no pain. John went up and kissed her passionately again, then moved to her neck. He nibbled on the skin below her ear and felt her breathing speed up, as a moan escaped from her lips.
John lowered her to the bed and undressed. He looked at the girl who lay in front of him, she was stunning. He could not understand why anyone would ever want to hurt her. She gasped again as she looked at his hard prick. It stood jutting out from his midsection, proudly displaying its length and circumference.
He wanted to show her the many ways her body could be enjoyed, so he lowered his body so that he was looking at her sex. He noticed it was nicely trimmed. The reddish brown hair, circled the treasure that was her pussy. He saw the moisture that clung to the lips of her snatch, and how it stuck to the hairs around.
John licked his lips in anticipation, he smelled the juices and they were a mixture of sweet and just a bit of tangy. He ran his tongue along the slit, up to her clitoris. Janice jumped as if she had been hit by electricity. She moaned loudly and grabbed his head, begging him to do more of what he had just done.
He gladly, went back to the job of pleasuring her. Licking along the lips again, he let his tongue slide inside of her, getting a full taste of the love juice from her body. He moaned, it tasted better than he had expected. John wanted to taste her juice after she had an orgasm. He moved to her clit and sucked on it, nibbling on it lightly, Janice jumped in reaction. She
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