" The generator is on a random timer, the next shocks could be 10 minutes, 35 minutes, 17, or even 2 minutes apart and they will vary in duration and...intensity. Master says, “Stretch,” and the cross begins to spread ever so slightly. He will have already programmed where it will stop, at some point just before it feels like your hips and your arms will pop out of their sockets. “Please Master, please,” you beg, “I am so sorry, I will not touch myself again.” You hear Master hang up. One. “That’s a tough question to answer right now. Can I say ‘I like her to death’?”“You can.”“Right now, there is only one person I love the way you mean, and that’s you. And you had to go and be born with a Y chromosome!”“And you had to be born lesbian. Ain’t life grand,” I added flatly.“At least YOU believe that.”“Uh-oh. What happened?”“Part you know — Clark’s idiot roommate, the Bible-thumper, is of the opinion I just need a good hard fucking to convince me I shouldn’t have decided to be a. ‘God V sometimes you’re such an ass!’ I said to myself, ‘That was way too fast! I bet She’ll most likely wake up in the morning and tell you to go fuck off.’ But I smiled as I remembered her trying to explain why she called me and then was afraid to actually meet me. Maybe I went too fast tonight. Maybe she was embarrassed that I had talked her into having an orgasm by masturbation with me over the phone. How did that happen? Hell! I don’t know how it happened, it just seem to…to flow from. He wanted to take her so badly his cock constantly throbbed and he barely had to touch it to cum. Just picturing her beneath him, as he buried himself deep into her warm and no doubt sweet wet pussy while her beautiful lips pressed his passionately was more than enough to explode. She had never been into masterbating before meeting him but she spent most night dreaming up ways he would tell her he needed her and then take her like some epic love scene. Writhing and grinding her lonely bed.