Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. "You have to follow the house rules, and this time, I pleasure you my way!" I told her."What are the house rules?" she asked."No woman in this house is allowed to wear clothes," I told her. "You have to take them off, leave them by the door, and you can't put them back on until you leave. Do you agree?" Who's home?" she asked."Just me for now," I said. "My mother will probably be home before you go home, though." Won't she object?" Michelle asked."She's part of this household," I told her. "She. It was the big tube too. Her anal butt plug was in that drawer too. He smiled as he shoved one greased finger into her asshole roughly. He greased up two fingers and forced them into her rectum. Finally he greased up three fingers. Tiffany begged him not to do it but he laughed at her and pushed three of his greased fingers into her asshole. The whole time he was invading her rectum he kept telling her about all of the women that had experienced anal sex at his hands. It was by far his most.Read More
