Cosmic Orgasm: There is no No

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London Sea is molten enough to make PD think about doing enormously shitty things to that bod of hers. The kinds of things that make damsels glide into a fresh state of mind, subspace, and make them leave behind that they were ever anything other than some man's fucky-fucky toy. It begins with unwrapping her, both of her clothing and her dignity. He cuts away the pretty sundress she is wearing, lump by piece, leaving very first her tits exposed, and then the rest of her. She'll get something more befitting her station to wear later. She also needs to be shown how to react to his attention. She can't just hope him to handle her gently and give her mind throating climaxes sans getting a lil' something in return. PD enjoys to see his damsels suffer. He keeps them around just for the times when he wants to hear a lady groan her brains out. Whether it's with whip, or cane, or his bare hands, he has a bunch of ways to make a girl sing the songs he wants to hear.