" I hope this works for you," I told her. "I really do." It's going to be a blast, either way," Laura said. "Trust me, I'm looking forward to it, with...or without the orgasm." Just curious: Have you ever, you know, consulted an expert about this problem? A sex therapist, maybe?" Yes," she said. "And the therapist told me exactly what I knew she would. I need to be relaxed, receptive, patient. I need lots of foreplay, and a considerate lover capable of postponing his own gratification for a. If the gentleman concerned recognizes himself, I send my best regards!In 1985 I worked for a time in a massage parlor in east London. We had a few regulars; one sweet guy I remember came once a month or so for a year. He was from out of London, a single man probably mid 20s. He was quite plump and had ginger hair, His name was Ben. He was always dressed smartly and, after his first time, always asked for me. The thing about him was he had the longest and tightest foreskin I ever did see. (And I. “Good morning, slave” I said.“Good morning, master” she mumbled. “How are you feeling?” I asked.“Good I guess, master” She started thinking about how she got here and slowly the memories of yesterday flooded back. “Really? It doesn’t hurt anywhere?”“Well a little, my right nipple”“My right nipple, Master” I corrected her.“My right nipple, Master” she repeated.I inspected her nipple and found it was indeed still very tender, even with the painkilling salve her face contorted whenever I touched. “Stand up” she ordered after a few minutes. I stood there with my bobbing erection inches from her face. “Hmmm. Looks like we found something else that you like” she said as she fondled my dick. I moaned slightly as pre-cum oozed out. She pulled my panties down and had me step out of them. Then she placed me back over her lap with my cock firmly between her legs. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her plastic hairbrush. CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRRACKKKK!!!! The brush stung a lot.