Lucas
I've heard it said that nothing can compare to what one conjures in the imagination.
Watching Moira, I couldn't disagree more.
The memories I replayed in my head as I took care of business under a cool spray of my shower didn't come remotely close to the reality of her here with me.
This woman is stunning as she reaches for the top button of the cape, her gaze still searching the room, room four. It's one of the largest rooms in the club, fully decorated and supplied with every toy and implement relevant in b**m play. It's a room often reserved for people like Dorothy, those wanting a more painful experience.
Most of the accessories are visible; the painted dark red walls are lined with indirect lighting, showcasing hooks and glass cases. It is like a scene from a popular mov
