Teaching Shannon part85
“Oh god,” she said, weeping, “oh, god.” I waited for her to
stop crying. She didn’t, but in a few minutes her crying subsided to
a series of whimpers. I walked over to her, the whip still in my hand.
I bent down, my head next to hers.
“Shannon,” I said. I felt as though I was speaking directly from
my cock, without mediation from my mind. She moaned, and I went on,
“it’s time for you to lick my asshole.” She looked up. Her expression
stayed blank, but fresh tears came to her eyes. She moaned again.
“Shannon.” She looked up at me again. I looked carefully into
her eyes, searching for signs of resentment, of resistance, but there
were none to be seen. She was too far gone for that, too close to
mere survival. I continued, “You have to lick my asshole, Shannon.
Are you ready?” She nodded, tears still falling. I knelt down on one
…End of the part85. To be continued..