I am sure that some form of hypnosis must be involved, but whatever, it is a great sensation, as, it must be admitted, is the kiss in which I am now i...volved. I don't even know how long this kiss lasted before I wake up to the fact that it is happening. Nanoseconds, minutes, hours or forever. I can't tell. It is the sort of kiss you can get lost in. It is gentle and pleasurable, it is a getting to know you kiss which can lead into the exploration of other areas of sensual pleasure. Yes,. The last ship still left was Enterprise, docked on Jupiter station, but no hails were answered. He was an Admiral without a fleet.Left without options, he took out the phaser from the top drawer of his desk, put it to his temple and pulled the trigger."Where exactly are we going, Malcolm, and what was that show about two days ago?" Jon demanded as Reed steered the shuttle down. Had he not forced his way aboard, the Brit would have gone on his own.Wordlessly, the other man put a data chip into. So we arranged the scene precisely. The meeting would be at a cheap hotel, one of a chain, next to the A1. Her husband would be in the pub next door, waiting for her. She would be naked for punishment, her hands cuffed in front of her. We'd agreed the number and type of punishment blows, and the tools to be used. Six belt strokes on both cheeks, and three crop strokes on each cheek. We'd agreed she would bend with a pillow under her face so she could muffle her cries, but still be able to use. Others crashed their heads into the latex walls of a condom which prevented them from even reaching the vagina, the outside world. Some died in a mouth, a hand or a tissue. Some perhaps perished after being splashed on the glossy pages of some 'adult' magazine. Others expired in a toilet or a sink. A few even died in someone's – ugh – rectum. They all died, billions and billions around the world every hour, having given incredible pleasure to man or boy, but usually less so (or often none) to.