Three pulses before it settled again into a normal erection.I tried to focus on Sloane and tennis to keep my mind off the teasing and tantalizing that...Mary was doing. I wasn’t successful.Thank God, Sloane didn’t let Jelena back in the game. It would have meant more tortured restraint. Mary stopped telling stories after Sloane won.I was on fire! I was pumped up! Release was imminent!Mary picked up an empty glass. It almost slipped out of her fingers from the oil.“Mark, I want to keep your seed. I was wheeledinto some sort of building that had that familiar office smell, and once ledinto a quiet room, I was unlocked from the chair, the sheet was removed, and myblindfold was removed.? I found myself ina bright, bare room, alone with my Lady, and naked except for the tight waistcincher. She commanded me to stand.? WhenI obeyed, I felt a shooting pain down the backs of my calves.? I gasped out loud and tried to reduce thesensation my balancing on toes. "Yes, youshould find that the. Ilooked at the plate up close, touching it on all sides, making surethere were no strings attached. I was still somewhat of a skeptic - Iknew from school and from TV that magic didn't really exist, that magicshows were always illusions. The problem was, though, that Grandma'smagic never looked like an illusion at all. She always let us inspecther tricks up close, the way I was now inspecting Julie's 'flyingsaucer', and they always seemed unquestionably real."Look at my feet," she said. I looked. "Want to take off your shirt?"He took off his shirt and I could smell vague man sweat and a little pre-cum. I leaned down behind his chair and laid my head on the back of his neck. The woman in the video seemed to moan on for hours. It might as well been a vid on a loop for all Tim cared.His hands went up to his nips and we switched our hand positions. I opened his fly to let out the bulge aching to get out of his soft pants. It was a nice red cockhead and a vein heading down a pale cock. Still.