She opened the book and pointed out various pages.?The neck corset and nostril tubes are to restrict his breathing. If he resists too much he’ll run...out of breath and he’ll be easier to get back in line.??The boots and gloves are also a means of control, nothing more. We have been increasing the heel length and Bootsy’s stride is getting shorter and shorter. When he gets used to one size, we increase the height until he gets to what we are shooting for.??And that is? ?, asked Mistress. .Her black panties arose me so much that as she was sucking my cock ,I tried ripping her panties and she was crying as it hurt her labia.I had somehow just become a monster even I had not known..It felt like all those time that I waited to take this piece of creation had its toll on me.Suddenly I came like never..even shakuntala could not hold it as some of my cum was dripping from side of her mouth….”don’t let any precious cum fall on floor…lick it again” I ordered.. She listened to me. It was a sultry day, with every conceivable smell hitting our nostrils as we passed by several markets clustered together on, or just off Wilshire Boulevard. He stopped at one and I guess because I was freshly showered (for the fifth time since arriving at Klugman's) that I noticed the wide variety of sweat and musky odors on the men working the stalls that seemed to comingle with the smells of fruit and vegetables. I sniffed continuously, enjoying the varied odors like the sharp citrus tang of. This was another scenario I could’ve stayed in for the rest of the night. I guess I’m a bit of a voyeur in that way. I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, but it felt like a blissful eternity. Eventually B helped C up, and kissed him. Despite having just seen then suck each other off, the sight of two men kissing still made my heart flutter. C then spoke some hushed words to his friends, which I couldn’t quite make out, but C turned to me as B walked off and got something to drink..