.... ...until the last of the thumb disappeeared from view and the wrist slide inward and downward......................................... .................as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, contracting and releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices........................thinking back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other female, Slave or otherwise......and remembering the 'request' they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading crys as it was slowly accomplished...............but NOT LINDA.....Oh no...... ....NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of grunting sound as the hand bottomed out.............. Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed nipples and their firey breasts.................................... ..............pulling the fist up into and through the spreading, stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came free with a loud......"POP"..............covered with the slick, hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat........................a smell that drove Paul nuts with desire.......................even now after all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs'............ .............. and Linda continued to scream and cry estatically and wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop after the long orgasmic seige. |