"It follows that the soul is analogous to the hand; for as the hand is the tool of tools, so the mind is the form of forms and sense the form of sensible things." - Aristotle
Imagine this.... mark hoffman pinning you down to your bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists tightly, holding them on either side of your head. His knees holding your thighs down. You are sure to have bruises later, but you dont care. His hips are resting against yours, and he is deep inside you. But not moving at all, chuckling as you struggle against him and whine, desperate for just a little friction. He just smiles down at you, absolutely loving seeing you like this. As he bends down pushing his bare chest against yours, he growls in your ear