"No Master, I-" but her protestations only earn her another stinging strike between the legs."You will stay here and be silent. And to make things mor... challenging..." he trails off, looking to a little black suitcase in the far corner.She writhes awkwardly in her bonds, stretched on tiptoes, the chains jangling from the ends of her long leather cuffs. She watches helplessly as her master rummages through his bag of tricks, a sly smile playing across his face as he draws out the vibrating. Men, we are in bad shape. There are no national campaigns to help male victims of domestic abuse. There are no shelters for battered men. There are no runs for prostate cancer. No charities for prostate cancer research. No ribbons for prostate cancer awareness. Why? Simply because it’s a disease that affects men and women don’t give a damn about men. Even worse, men have been brainwashed to think of themselves as unworthy of being cared for. They put women’s interests ahead of their own. That. Dad then sat on the shower stool and turned me around facing him. He thrust his cock inside me harder and harder. I could not believe what was happening to me, it felt great and I did not want him to stop.I slid up and down on his cock for a few more minutes before he put his hands on my hips and slamed me down hard on his cock so all 10 inches of his cock was inside me and his hands gripped me hard and he closed his eyes as he unloaded his cum deep inside me.He held me there for a few minutes. Me: Have you? I mean, have you done it before?She didn’t take a second to answer me and said: Yes!Out of excitement, I popped on my coach and said: What? When? And who was the third person?Shobha: Ha-ha! Guess who it can be?I thought for a second who could be so close for her to do that and said: Your sister?Shobha: Not bad, you got brains.Me: Really? Are you serious? She has seen you guys having sex?Shobha was unable to hide her laugh, seeing me literally jumping on my excitement.She said:.