Simone Part 16 – Ursula’s destruction
The hunter has about to go hunting again, and my prey was already singled out; Ursula and I knew just where to find her. As I held Lena in my arms and kissed her salty tear-stained face, my own tears mixed with hers and we both sniffled and cried like silly teenagers. That thought made me smile; Lena was a silly teenager at just seventeen. I was over fifty. Therefore, I was the only one being silly. “I love you, too, master.” She had simply said. “I am your fuck-toy and I know you love me and only hurt me when I am disobedient or disrespectful.” “That’s right, Lena. Or when you lie. Especially when you lie.” I added, and gently rubbed the tip of my finger across her right nipple, sending a tiny shudder …