Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the. . with a returning soft smile to my face. ' Your Mothers breasts '... I said... as I cupped them both in my hands. He was SO bold, he didn't look away,... not once. He drifted back into the cushion before rising back to the occasion,... never taking his eyes off of them. I waited a few more minutes which seemed like hours.... before I said a word. The silence was overwhelming,... his thoughts must have been too. He was SO attentive. ' Oh my god Mother '... as he gazed away,... just a few. But he ignored her whimpers and pleas, stopping only when her mouth was at his crotch.Sophia's confusion and embarrassment was justified. Her pussy felt very exposed because the cloth of her panties had long since slid between her pussy lips, soaking in the juices of her wet slit. Her thigh muscles were hurting, stretched taut. She had no support at all save for her legs, which were already beginning to go slightly numb. Her fingers were laced behind her back, just as her Master had ordered..Read More
