It was a pretty cock, the man had to admit, very dainty and perfect for abusing. But it would have to be done right. It would have to be done his way....If the boy was too afraid to show his face and was barely willing to show his cock to the man he would call master, then he clearly wasn?t ready for the brutal cock and ball torture that he listed as one of his wants in his profile. Most likely, all he was looking for was jerk-off material, and this was just another elaborate masturbation ritual. I wanted to live there alone for about a month, but both Chris and Daphne didn't want to leave me, so had no choice but to take them with me.After buying all the essential stuff, all three of us got into Steve's truck and he dropped us off at the cabin.Since Dad had built it just for his fishing trips, the wooden cabin had a square-shaped hall with a bed in the middle and a makeshift kitchen on the side. There was no cupboard, window or a bathroom. The toilet was outside the cabin with a wooden. Stella put one full set of eight by tens in an envelope for Sushi. The two women went back upstairs, Sushi put her clothes back on, and returned with my still nude wife.They kissed goodbye and Stella said, “See you tomorrow night Sushi!”Sushi bowed gracefully and then left.Stella then showed me the picture that Sushi had written on. It was the one of them both naked with Stella on her back and Sushi feverishly eating her pussy. Sushi wrote, “I love the taste of your cunt” and it was signed Su. Fear of the pain? No…more accurately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain like a volcanic eruption that makes me scream and scream and scream. So much pain to deliver a life so small. Giving.