Bondage  

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5/12/2006 10:58 am

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Bondage


"So are you ready to begin?" he asked as he moved towards her, rope in hand, carefully watching her reaction. Taking half a step backwards,and her arms moved reflexively toward her chest, but she calmed herself and they fell back limply at her sides as he reached her. He ran his hand along her neck, feeling her soft skin as he looked into her eyes. She blinked slowly, relaxing as she enjoyed him caressing her neck.
He could see she was still quite nervous, but that was natural given what he was about to do to her. Signs of her being scared or uncomfortable was what he was watching for; nervousness would just add to her excitement. Letting his gaze move downward, he watched his fingers run along her neck, then down across the front of her shoulder, tracing along the edge of her neck where her pale skin was already slightly flushed. Pleased that she was already obviously somewhat aroused, he let his gaze move down to her cleavage, where the round curves of her tits escaped briefly from her thin shirt before converging and returning into hiding. As he ran his hand lightly across the top of her tit, he could feel her trembling; he slipped the tip of a finger down under the edge of her top. Let her wonder if he was about to fondle her, or pull her top down and let her tit pop out,
he thought. After teasing her for a few seconds, he removed his hand, and heard a soft gasp as he let it brush down across her chest as it returned to his side. Taking her hand, he moved behind her, straightening her arm along her back as he did so. Taking her other arm, he pulled it back until both her arms were behind her. Carefully, he closed his hand around both her wrists, holding them together. He had her restrained now; in this position he could easily hold her arms behind her back even if she started struggling. But she wasn't struggling, just waiting nervously to see what would come next, giving herself to him. With her lovely body there in his control, he knew what would happen. He was going to fuck her. However he wanted. He was getting hard now, as he imagined sliding up into her. And the best part was knowing that she desperately wanted him to take her. Reaching around her waist, he pulled her body towards him, her wrists still pinned together behind her. As he pressed her against him, her wrists pressed against his crotch, and he let her feel how aroused he was. Leaning forward, he started lightly kissing her neck, listening to her gasp lightly as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder to give him better access to her. Her back was arched from having her arms pinned behind her; as he kissed her neck he had a clear view of her tits pressing outward against her shirt. Slowly, he started
sliding his hand up her stomach underneath her shirt, then back down and lingering around her waist before sliding down and slipping under the edge of her jeans. He didn't want her to know where his hand was going next, although he had already made up his mind. He needed to get one of those tits in his hand, to feel the smooth naked skin, to dig his fingers into the firm flesh. And he knew he would get what he wanted soon enough.
Slowly now, he worked his hand up under her shirt, running his fingers along her ribs and feeling her chest move as she breathed. Soon, his hand reached the bottom of her bra, and he ran his hand back and forth across her chest, tracing the edge of it. As he pushed upwards, her soft flesh gave way as his fingers slid under her bra. He could feel the pressure of the elastic pushing against the back of his fingers, and then the back of his hand, as his hand slowly devoured her tit. With his hand in place, he gave her a good squeeze, feeling his fingers
sink into the soft flesh. He held her there for a while as he fondled her, then let one finger wander over and brush her nipple. She squirmed and leaned forward, trying to get away, but with his hand still firmly wrapped around her wrists, she was going anywhere. With her tit in his hand, he pushed
her chest back towards him, and hooked his chin across her throat to hold her in place. Good, he thought, the slut has sensitive nipples. Slowly now, he took one finger and circled once, then twice, around her nipple, feeling her squirm in his arms as he teased her. When he was done, he pulled his hand out of her shirt and forced her down onto her knees. Forcing her forward, his free hand went for the rope, and he slowly
started looping it around her wrists. When he was done, he checked it more carefully than he needed to, admiring how the rope held her wrists together perfectly. With a shove, he pushed her over on her side, leaving her lying there in front of him with her strawberry blonde hair hanging across her face, in front of her eyes. He gazed into her eyes for a while, absorbing her helplessness, then reached forward and stroked her cheek, pushing her hair back from in front of her face. She looked so vulnerable with her chest pushed forward and
her arms pinned behind her; he knew he was going to enjoy fucking her. He let his gaze run along the curve of her hips as he imagined her beneath him. Now that she couldn't resist, he thought, it was time to begin the process that would end with her pussy exposed and vulnerable. His hands found the snap on her jeans, and he ran his fingers inside the band a bit before finally unsnapping them. Continuing, he grasped the zipper and tugged it downwards, expecting to reveal a thin white sliver of cotton. Instead, he found a stretch of bare skin and a few curls of hair. "You slut!" he laughed. She looked up at him, unsure of what to do. "I thought you'd like it." "It's just one less thing I have to take off before I fuck you," he
smiled, as he ran his fingers through her hair, thinking about what he was going to do to her. She blushed and tried to roll over on her stomach and hide herself as he made his intentions obvious, but he kept her on her side. Reaching upwards, he slid her shirt up her chest until the bottom of her bra was peeking out, taking time to run his hand across her soft skin. Moving behind her again, put a loop of rope around her elbows, and
slowly started pulling them together. When they were almost touching, he ran a few more loops around them, then secured them in place. The next loop of rope went across the back of her neck, around in front of her shoulders, then across her back, then returning back the way it came. When he had the loose ends behind her neck again, he pulled the ropes behind her neck and back together and tied them in place, making sure her shoulders were pulled as far back as they could be. Her ankles were tied next, and pulled back towards her wrists; not to tight, though, since he intended to leave her like this for a while and watch her squirm. As an evil thought entered his mind, he decided
to add one last piece of rope. Pulling her head back and forcing open her jaw, he ran a single strand up from behind her back, through her mouth, then back down behind her, gagging her and keeping her head pulled back. When he was satisfied with how she was restrained, he took a few steps back to admire his work. With her head pulled back, the long curve of her neck was open to him, rocking back and forth as she tried to adjust to the rope in her mouth. With her arms pinned tightly behind her, her chest was pushed forward as far as it could go. Below the curve of her tits, her chest and stomach were stretched out as the rope around her ankles pulled her thighs backwards, and he watched her undone jeans inch slightly downward around her hips as she struggled. Kneeling in front of her, he admired her body, on display in front of him. With her head pulled back, not only was she powerless to stop him, she was also completely unable to keep and eye on him and see what he was up to. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he tugged it upwards, watching as inch after inch of her stomach, and then her lower chest came into view. When a teeny bit of the bottoms of her large tits was exposed, he stopped, and ran his hand down along her side.
Slowly, he tugged the zipper on her jeans downward, then started
peeling her jeans downward, feeling the backs of his fingers slide against her smooth skin, as he tugged her jeans downward until a half inch of the top of her bush was visible. He remembered how she had told him she didn't shave. "And don't even ask," she had said. But curiosity, hormones, and submissiveness had evidently overcome her; as they discussed their plans for what he was going to do to her, she
had volunteered to let him be the first to shave her. Running his finger through her pussy hair, he watched her squirm a little as he thought about how he was going to strip it from her and mark her as his. She was bare now from the top of her bush to the bottom of her tits; perfect for what he had in mind for her next. Moving his hand to her side, just below her ribs, he began tickling her. Caught completely by surprise, she let out a quick "Oh, shit!" and started bucking and wiggling in a futile attempt to get away from him. Watching her giggle and squirm, he intensified his efforts until she wiggled enough to make her shirt start riding up along her chest. His attention firmly on her chest, he continued tickling her as she begged for him to stop, watching her tits bounce and slowly slip out from under her shirt. It wasn't long before she gave a good hard kick
and they popped into view, her long, hard nipples keeping her shirt from sliding back down over them. As his attention turned from tickling her to her chest, he could hear her panting and struggling to catch her breath. Running his hand upward, he cupped one of her exposed tits and gave it a squeeze. Sliding his fingers upward, he listened to her moan and he rolled her
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Tugging on her nipple, he let her tit bounce a little, admiring how it moved. She certainly did have nice tits. Maybe he would fuck them. He imagined himself thrusting between them, until he came all over her neck. She was his; if that was how he wanted her, that was how he would have her. So many good ways to use her, so little time.
The fun he was having with her helpless body was causing his dick to strain uncomfortably against his pants. It was time to do something about that, he thought. Reaching behind her, he untied the ropes holding back her head and holding her wrists to her ankles. As she stretched out again, ankles and arms still bound together, he pulled her forward and positioned her head by his crotch. As he fondled her tits with one hand, his other hand grasped her hair and pressed her face against himself, rubbing her cheek up and down along his erection, letting the rough fabric of his jeans slide along her soft skin. Not so much because it felt good, though it did, but to emphasize to her how completely she was at mercy, and make it abundantly clear to her what she was about to be forced to do.
Slowly, he let go of her tit and started undoing his pants; it wasn't long before he had his dick out, and could enjoy the feeling of her pressed directly against it. After enjoying rubbing her face against his dick a few times, he let her take it into her mouth. Leaning back, he enjoyed the feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding his rock hard dick. She had mitted she loved sucking cocks, so he just relaxed knowing she'd take care of him. As he felt her forcing herself further and further down, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat, he realized she intended to an even better job than he had anticipated. Was the extra enthusiasm because she was turned on by how he was treating her and no longer cared? Or was she simply trying to impress him with her skills? As she kept sucking, he imagined how he would soon bury his dick deep in her pussy. And then, of course, her ass, though he hadn't told her that yet. The first time he took a girl, he enjoyed knowing he had used every hole she had. It'd be fun, he thought, to throw her over the edge of the couch, pull her jeans down, and stuff her good. But it would take too much time, and he was already so close ... he took her head in his hands, and prepared to let her enjoy the feeling of being held in place as he forced her to swallow. Anticipating what was coming, she moved faster now, urging him onward until his grip tightened and he let loose inside her mouth. Pulling her closer, he heard her choke slightly as he made sure she took at least a spurt or two deep in her throat. As he pulled out, he could see her still swallowing and trying to clear her throat, but he saw a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Good. She had enjoyed being used. "Not bad, bitch," he said to enhance her mood, as he pushed her off
his lap. She blinked and blushed slightly, as he stood and walked off to leave her stranded on the floor for a while. The truth was, he was enjoying himself immensely, and couldn't wait to use her again. But the pacing was better this way, he thought. Being forced to lie in such a vulnerable position for a while, especially right after being used, would make her feel even more submissive. She would think about what he had done to her, and wonder what he would do next. The more he cultivated her submissiveness, the more completely she would give herself to him. When he was done with her, he wanted her telling him what a wonderful job he did, and begging him to use her
again. You didn't get to that point by stuffing her quickly.
As he wandered the apartment, doing some minor chores and getting ready for what he had in mind next, he kept an eye on her lying in the center of the floor. Every now and then, she moved her legs, trying to get into a more comfortable position. But mostly, she waited. When she was facing away from him, with her head resting against the floor, he decided to confront her with another change of pace. Striding quickly towards her, he quickly and methodically untied her ankles. Reaching up between her legs, he caught the front of her jeans in his hand and tugged, his fingers nestled against her bush as he inched her jeans down along her thighs. As she squirmed, her ass wiggled in the air, and he caught his first glimpse of her pussy nestled between her thighs as her jeans moved down to her knees. After a few good tugs on each cuff, her jeans came off easily; he put one hand on the inside of each of her knees and leaned his weight forward, forcing them open. She looked at him, then down at herself, then back at him. She saw where he was looking; lying on her back her thighs were wide open, completely exposing her pussy to him. Moving forward, he settled into position between her thighs, making it impossible for her to close her
legs and cover herself. Then slowly, he started running his hands up and down the insides of her thighs, letting his fingers slide along her smooth, sensitive skin. Slowly teasing her, he moved forward, letting his hand slide upward until he could give her clit a quick flick with his thumb. Watching her squirm helplessly, he gave it a few more flicks, then settled into massaging her sensitive little nub with his thumb. With her arms still pinned behind her, she couldn't really lie flat on
her back. She was forced to keep her weight off to one side or the other to avoid sitting on her wrists, and now as he toyed with her, she was forced to pivot from one side to the other, letting her hips swing obscenely in the air in front of him as she tried to get a break from the intense, direct stimulation he was giving her. As he watched her tits bounce back and forth as she panted and flopped from side to side, he watched her carefully to see how close she was to cumming. When he thought she couldn't take much more, he suddenly stopped. "Don't stop!" she gasped as she gave him a wide eyed look. Leaning forward, he started playing with her clit again, but slower this time.
As he brought his head down toward her ear, his other hand moved up and started squeezing her tit. "I'm not going to let you cum until I'm inside you," he whispered in her ear. "And first, you're going to have to wait patiently while I shave you. Are you going to be a good girl and cum real hard when I finally shove my dick deep inside you?" He could hear her panting, and knew she was close again. He gave her nipple a good pinch, enough to break her concentration. "Answer me!" "Yes," she panted. "Whatever you want." "Good girl," he said, as he sat upright again. Taking hold of her lower leg, he lifted it up and across in front of him as he straddled her other leg, using his leverage to twist her over on her side. Kneeling behind her, he proceeded to untie her arms. When he was done, he pushed her knee up towards her chest, and pulled her wrist down towards her ankle, positioning it along the inside of her leg so her arms would hold her thighs open for him. Loops of rope quickly secured her first wrist to her ankle, and he rolled her over
onto her back so he could do the same with her other wrist and ankle. When he was finished, he took a moment to admire her body, stretched out and spread open in front of him. With her legs pulled up and apart, her pussy was held open, and he could see she was already quite wet. Her arms, pulled forward, were holding her tits together; he leaned forward, his hips pressing against hers, and gripped one tit firmly, lifting it up as he slowly wound rope around the base. When he was satisfied that it was tied tight, he pulled the rope upward and attached it to her knee, forcing her to have to hold her leg close to her chest to avoid pulling on her bound tit. When he was satisfied, he repeated the procedure with her other tit. As he watched her squirm and try to get comfortable, he admired what he had done to her. It would be a tough position or her to hold, but
he was sure she'd last long enough for what he intended.
Heading to the bathroom, he retrieved the tub of warm water, shaving cream, and razor. Taking up his position between her legs, he soaked his hand in the water and started rubbing his hand through her bush, making sure it was nice and wet. "How do you feel?" he asked her, as he started rubbing shaving cream into her pussy hair. He watched her pause as she thought for a moment. "Helpless," she volunteered. "Well," he chuckled, "that's to be expected. What else?" "I can't believe I'm doing this." As he touched the razor to her skin, she glanced at him and their eyes met. "Sure, you can," he chuckled, as he slid the razor along her skin, slowly peeling her hair away with short strokes. "Weren't you telling me that you've always wanted someone to take you and use you like this?" He saw her blush and nod as he pulled her labia taut, and stripped them of their thin hair. "This is what happens to naughty little girls who have those kinds of fantasies." As he talked, he continued working on her, exposing more and more of her soft skin until only a small rectangle of hair was left above her pussy. "When
they meet a guy who understands their fantasies, they end up stripped and tied and turned into helpless little sex toys."
Working carefully now, he took the razor and removed a bit more hair, turning the rectangle into an 'H', marking her as his. "There we go," he said as he started playing with her clit again, "nice and shaved and ready to be fucked." He watched her squirm as he played with her. He liked this position, but it wouldn't really work for fucking, especially not the long hard
pounding he wanted to give her. But that was ok. He would enjoy putting her in a new position for his use. Detaching her wrists from her ankles, he tied them together and folded
them upward between her tits, securing them in place on her chest with a rope that ran above her tits then under her arms and around her back. Taking several loops of rope, he attached each ankle to her thigh. When she was well secured, he detached her knees from the ropes around her tits. He wanted to be sure that when she lost control of herself, he'd be able to feel her hips swivel as she bucked and squirmed and tried to kick her legs, impaled on the floor beneath him as he fucked her.
He watched her watch powerlessly as he moved into position, rubbing the head of his hard dick up and down her slit, feeling her soft flesh sliding along the tip. After a few strokes, he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly pushing forward, he felt her warm, silky wetness surround him. All his teasing had left her soaking wet, allowing him to easily slide deeper and deeper into her. When he was deep as he could get, he let
his weight rest on her hips as he rocked back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around the full length of his dick. Pulling back a few inches, he slammed back down into her, feeling her soft flesh slide along his shaft. God, it felt good. The thought of her spread open beneath him, watching helplessly as he enjoyed using her as his own private sex toy drove him crazy. Pulling almost all the way out now, he gave her a few good long, hard strokes, enjoying her pussy wrapped around him, sliding up and down his dick as he
fucked her hard and fast. Putting his hands on her hips, he settled into a nice rhythm, relentlessly banging away at her, driving her down against the floor beneath her. As he fucked her, he let his eyes run across her exposed body. Her nakedness turned him on almost as much as her tight little fuckhole
wrapped around his hard dick. He could see her tits on display, held tightly in place between her arms, with her erect nipples sticking up on top of them. He had tied her like that because it was how he wanted her tits to look while he was fucking her; now he was getting his wish. As his gaze wandered downward, past her slender waist, towards where her thighs opened up beneath him, he watched as his disappeared again and again inside her. He liked how she was spread open, how he could see how her lips were being held open by the hard dick sliding between them, and how her hole was completely filled as
he repeatedly penetrated her. As he kept fucking her, he could feel her squirm slightly, and heard a soft moan escape from her mouth. Good. He wanted her to enjoy being used like this. He wanted to feel her cumming as he pounded away at her vulnerable little hole, to know beyond a doubt that being stripped, tied up, and fucked hard drove her crazy. Leaning forward, he lay down on top of her, feeling her soft tits brush against his chest, and her firm stomach press against him as he lowered his weight onto her. "You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" he whispered into her ear as his hand moved up and started
playing with her nipple. She didn't answer; he could see that she was blushing. "Having someone tie you up and use you turns you on, doesn't it, you little slut?" Her breath was getting ragged now, and she was squirming as much as she could, considering the restrictions on her movement. But he just kept pounding away at her, knowing there was no way she could escape, or even get herself a break and catch her breath. He loved how he had her pinned down and impaled, completely powerless as he enjoyed her flesh pressed up around him. "Are you going to cum for me and show me how much you like being used like this?"
"Oh, god," she gasped, arching her back and letting him even deeper inside her, spreading her legs as far apart as she could to give him complete access to her body. He felt her pussy contract as she came, her body straining against the ropes as she shook and gasped as her orgasm washed over her. "That's a good little slut," he whispered in her ear as he kept fucking her while she tried to catch her breath. Watching her cum had
reminded him that fucking her firm young body was really turning him on; he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Sitting back up, he ran his hand across what was left of her pussy hair, reminding himself that she was his. As he watched her lying there, spread open beneath him, he let himself go, enjoying the wonderful sensation as he felt himself filling her hole with his cum. When he was done with her, he pulled out and wandered over to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving her lying naked and exposed on the floor, with a hole full of cum. He wanted to give her time to think about what was going to happen next. He had thoroughly enjoyed using her so far. After a while, he returned and knelt beside her and started removing the ropes binding her arms and tits. When he had them undone, he forced her to her knees and pulled her arms behind her, bending them
so he could tie her wrists to her elbows. When he was done, he sat down in front of her, and pulled out the nipple clamps he had retrieved from the bedroom. He could tell from the nervous look on her face that this was a first for her. He watched her carefully as he cupped her tit, positioning the clamp around her nipple with his other hand and then slowly tightening it, stopping only when he saw her wince with pain. But she
just sat there, not saying anything or trying to pull away. He loved bringing them to this point, when they realized there was no use resisting, and just accepted everything he did to them. After attaching the other clamp, he gave a few tugs on the chain between them, making sure they weren't coming off. Once he was satisfied, he connected a length of rope to the chain and stood up, pulling on her nipples and forcing her to her feet. With her arms tied behind her, it was difficult to get her legs under
her, especially since leaning forward caused the leash to pull on her nipples. When he had her on her feet, he slowly led her back and forth across the room, watching her body move, and giving a good hard tug on the leash when she didn't move as directed. After a few passes, he took the chain between her tits in his hand and pulled upward, lifting her tits off her chest. "Up on your toes!" he commanded, as he pulled harder, adding pressure to her sensitive nipples. When she complied, he took a moment to appreciate her stretched out form. "How long do you think you can stand like this?" he asked. She had her head thrown back, trying to push her chest upward and take
the pressure off her tits, but she was still able to give him a
"that's a stupid question" sidelong glance. "Not too long."
He could see she was already wobbling a little. Standing on your toes was tough. But nipple clamps could be very inspirational. "Would you like me to do something else to you?"
"Yes," she said, with an exasperated sigh, clearly more interested in concentrating on her balance. "Well, let's see ..." he mused, pretending to be thinking about what to do with her. "I've already shoved my dick in two of your holes, how about we go for three?" "Ok," she panted, her mind elsewhere. Women could be so cooperative when they were tied up and naked. "You sure you want to get fucked up the ass?" He could be such a tease. "Yes, please!" "I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying holding you here like this ..." he could see she was almost crying as she glanced over at him. "Anything but this. Please." He let go of the chain, and let her tits fall back against her chest. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her around the waist and pushed her face first down over the arm of the couch, her ass up in the air towards him.
As he held her ass with both hands, he squeezed her cheeks with his thumbs so he could get a good look at her. For some reason, he had always enjoyed how a pussy looked, peeking out from between a woman's thighs, knowing what was hidden in that thin slit between those soft, delicate lips. Digging deeper, he ran one thumb up and down her slit, then pulled her open so he could examine both her holes, nestled so close together. It would take a while to lube her up, and he was hard now. Pushing
forward, he slid himself into her pussy, so he could enjoy her while he got her ready. Squeezing some lube onto his fingers, he fucked her as he slowly forced her asshole open. As he poured some lube into her, he glanced up at her arms, bound tightly across her bare back. She wasn't going anywhere.
He watched her lying exposed in front of him as he pulled out of
her and pushed the head of his dick up against her asshole. Unable to resist any longer, he pushed forward, feeling her tight muscles give way and slide slowly down the length of his cock. Leaning forward, he enjoyed the feeling of her firm ass pressed against him, then started slowly sliding in and out of her. As he continued fucking her ass, he heard her breathing quicken as she let out a soft moan. He couldn't resist giving her a few good, hard strokes in response. Nothing turned him on like taking a submissive young girl, using her however he wanted, and then seeing how much it turned her on. Sliding his
hand under her hip, he found her pussy and started rubbing her clit as he fucked her ass. As he played with her, he could feel her moving underneath him, unable to control herself, or maybe trying to get a break from the intense, direct stimulation ... he didn't care. Feeling her hips rock back and forth while his dick was still deep inside her ass made each stroke deeper into her feel wonderful. Reaching up along her back, past where her arms were held securely behind her back, he grabbed her
hair and pulled, forcing her head back as he fucked her hard from behind. "Oh god," he heard her moan, as she squirmed beneath him. He could feel the tremors running through her body; the little slut was going to come. He rubbed her clit harder now, as he tightened his grip on her so he could hold her in place as she came. Girls could buck and kick pretty hard, and he didn't want her surprising him and catching him off balance. He wanted to be able to fuck her hard, feeling her ass completely impaled on his dick until she stopped moving. It wasn't long before he heard her scream and jerk forward,
but he was ready for her. Tugging on her hair, he held her head back as he felt her thrashing helplessly beneath him, unable to get away as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her. When she finally calmed down, he pulled his hand out from under her.
Despite having already cum a few times today, he knew he himself
wasn't going to last too much longer. As he got ready to pump his cum deep into her ass, a deliciously evil idea came to him. Leaning forward, he reached around her and loosened the nipple clamps slightly. With the chain between them firmly in his grasp, he kept fucking her until he couldn't hold out any longer. With a quick yank, he pulled the clamps off of her nipples. As he listened to her squeal with pain as the blood returned to her sensitive nubs, he lost control and felt himself cumming inside her ass. Exhausted, he lay forward, wrapping his arms around her as he rested his chest on her back. He felt her stop moving as she recovered, still beneath him bent over the arm of the couch with his softening dick in her ass. Holding her in his arms, he gave her a squeeze. "Was that how you needed to be fucked?" he whispered in her ear. "Uh
huh," came the quiet, submissive reply. "Good," he said, as he stood up and gave her ass a smack. Pulling her back towards him, he stood her up turned towards him, so he could take one last look at her naked body. "So are you going to be a good girl now and let me use you whenever I want?" "Yes, sir," she said, as she stared at her feet and blushed.

wickedeasy 68F  
30968 posts
5/12/2006 11:57 am

i enjoyed hearing the Dom perspective

more please

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


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