ballustrade: Hugo looked at me warily. Sure, he’d taught me all I knew about the line between
ballustrade: Hugo looked at me warily. Sure, he’d taught me all I knew about the line between pleasure and pain; but now it was time for the master to become the student. Hugo knew I’d surpass his mastery - taking what I’d learned from him, and add my own techniques. For me, I think the two week vacation will pass in a moment. For you, Hugo, I’m not so sure… I’m going to see how much noise I can get out of your right nipple… more erotic stories at Father Bocce’s confessional -- source link