Ah, there was the real punchline. Thank you, Satan. I dropped to my belly, and the world was black. WILLOWBUD The world was black, but I could see it clearly. I was in a tomb, but I wasn’t dead. Night Eyes, the woman I’d been for most of my life, was dead. Her mausoleum was decorated with the abstraction of her punjabi dying mind, and in the darkness, I could see them; statues of horror, of my mother staring at me from wide, agonized eyes, her body a horrendous ruin, but her face untouched. I hadn’t wanted to disfigure her, for if I plucked out her eyes or gashed her cheeks, then it wouldn’t be Mother’s face any longer, and I wouldn’t get to see it contort in indian horror. I needed to see that. I needed to see the realization dawn across it as I removed pieces from her. No more painting suckling for you, Mother. No more playing the lute. No more picking apples, no more climbing trees, no more dancing, no more running, no more walking, no more standing for you, Mother. Now the shield of Night Eyes was gone, and I was left open to her memories. Astrid, Mother, Julia, Lucilla. They tormented me relentlessly, cut away pieces of my psyche like I’d cut away piece of my mother, but they couldn’t kill me. They could not give me that mercy, because they could not compel me to lactating end it. I was a monster, a coward, and selfish. My life was an abomination, and the world would’ve been far better off if I’d never been born, but I couldn’t do the decent thing, and just die. Even my suffering was a horrible self-indulgence. I was evil. Pure, simple, evil. So far, John has done a fine job being my assistant. Then I had an idea, get one for Kate and one for Zoe as well. “Get a room!” Carl called, and laughed loudly before turning off the light. It felt so incredible. And one of a table of 4 young women, 'I'll fucking hurt you. But not if I let him keep me angry. He obliged. I see Mom come out of suckling the kitchen and she stops in her tracks. I lay there all a mess, twitchy and jumpy, and try to catch my breath. "Dare I ask: do you like my video, considering that it is on your favorites tab, Mom?" she pondered before a gap. I couldn't quite place it. Unfortunately, in a foursome, or any group sex deal, everyone has to be equally committed to the program and in this case one person wasn’t. I pause making sure I am in as far as I can go. Her brain had trouble processing no stimulus whatsoever. After we pile in, we hit the road. "Why do alot of women do that?" "Both," she answered before she placed her hand on my neck and kissed me. She took a indian shower and I followed. I arrange a lactating little entertainment in the form of a live show, a lot of the gents bring a mistress or missus.” Let her work for a little bit anyways.” Tony’s voice. She looks back a last time into the shadow filled trees. Still he could not shake the idea, what if.... “Everything demonstrates a weakness Vance,” she said. You will take full responsibility if I get into trouble doing anything that you have told me to do, i.e. you will explain that you have ordered me to do whatever. I didn't care how much I wanted it. I didn't have to use a condom." This sexy surge went through me. My hips wiggled from side to side as I stared at the open door of my room. Yet I had enjoyed it. I take the pill every time I come here." She was wearing a white teddy with matching stockings and high punjabi heels. Anyway, he remarked how randy I seemed to be, LOL.