How could such torture – arguably even greater than that inflicted by viciously vengeful Wendy – possibly continue to wildly arouse someone even as it dangerously debilitated them?
They had their answer after the ending buzzer sounded and Amy swept off her hat to give the wildly cheering crowd a delighted bow. Pausing only to arm sweat off her forehead then – not even bothering to register how the very impressive scores going up were ably erasing the setback suffered in the previous phase – she hurried over to lower Slave Steven to the stage.
There she wrapped her helplessly slumping love in a fervent hug and smacked his face over and over again with kisses as emphatic as her most orgasmic whiplash. The audience’ appreciative applause swelled even further, drowning out even the screaming
