Finally Sprite chimed up. XXX I took no chances with her life. Any more and she would bruse, at least any more right away. Let her nerves calm down a little and constrict her blood vessels to prevent bruising. The small portion of her face that I saw glistened as if soaked by sorrowful tears. My index finger found her overflowing pussy. The thin lacing in my words hadn’t escaped her. Sprite loved to be on exhibit as long as it wasn’t for the public at large. By now Sprite was undoubtedly in pain. “maybe I should check.”
“wait here.” I half commanded something told me she was simular to Sprite. This shine to her gaze was her retort. The naked woman in sheer terror curling up in a corrner knowing by the weight of the air I was out for more than blood.
