You laid down on the bed, with your legs together, while I took the camera over to the laptop. You asked me what I was doing and I replied that I told...the guys online that I would be posting some pictures during this. I then said I wouldn't have time to blur the images first and you said it didn't matter. I took just a few minutes to post some of the hottest pictures we'd taken so far. It was only moments before the first comments starting coming in. Every guy, and girl, on the forum posted. Waiting. Nervous. He’ll be able to see me. I won’t be able to see him. I’m giving the control to him. Just like I fantasized. “I wonder if I’ll be able to smell his presence,” I thought. Suddenly I heard the door click. My heartbeat increased. The door shuts. I hear the lock turn. Then silence. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting. Waiting. For what feels like an eternity. I smell his cologne. My sense of smell is heightened by the blindfold. God, he smells delicious. I wait for him to touch. Oddly enoughit's called 'milking'."Linda giggled. "Like in milking a cow?"The Doctor smiled. "Pretty much so. Although the level of male pleasurein a milking is about same as the 'ruined orgasm." As I said, the'milking' process is similar to a ruined orgasm except the penis israrely touched. The stimulation to start the ejaculation is throughdirect manipulation of the prostate gland. Sometimes it includesmassaging the testes as well."Linda look at me synthetically. "Neither way seems. I dispensed with any briefs since I would likely be nude most of the evening anyway. I slipped on a pair of shorts and polo and headed across the courtyard, past the pool, to Randy's.I started to knock but figured I was expected so I opened the back door and walked on in to the den to see Sandy already naked on her knees before Randy, who had a shirt on but was otherwise nude from the waist down."Keep your fucking hands behind your back slut," he barked at Sandy who was sucking his dick, her.