Slavery Origins: Her tightly covered silk knees were in front of his face. Skirt taut, moving back and, for a moment, showing that under it there was nothing but the stockings belt. She was naked! In short: I love to beat, to torture, and to fuck men. But, – She smiled at him cheerfully through the cigarette smoke – I did not refuse to break in a woman. People are different, but the finale is always the same..