.and finally you scream one last time before your body collapses and quivers before the front desk manager walks in on us, thinking something had gone...wrong, but the smile on your face says different, he gives us the weekend free if he can watch and he puts us in suite where we have a wing all to ourselves and nobody can hear us you ask if I can turn you over and asked me to make sure my balls slapped against your clit ring.. So I tie you back up...and glide my dick right in... you are moaning. “Good.” I gave him a love bite, letting him feel my fangs but not penetrating the muscles of his upper back. “So answer my question. Does this feel good, slave?”He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy crown. “Yes, Mistress.”“See,” I told him. “What did you think I would do to you here? Hurt you?”He gave a barking laugh. “I know how you Rakshasa's deal with men.”“Oh, that we hurt you? Make you bleed and howl? That we eat you?” I licked my lips. “That's so. She inserted the tip of the syringe. She injected the contents into my urethra tube. She said that she would let the numbing gel take effect and be back in a few minutes. She came back in about 10 minutes and used the cystoscope that was hooked to a light source and large IV bag. She told me that the bag contained sterile saline with an antibiotic that would be used to irrigate the urethra and bladder. She proceeded to insert the scope into my bladder. Once inside my bladder she said that she. I stayed quiet for a moment and went inside the room, I drew the curtains, which blocked the visibility from the room to the balcony, Siri was flipping the TV, looking for music. I Left her for a moment and returned to the balcony, and again put my hand around her shoulder and she resisted, I said he cannot see now. She turned back and it was all covered. Anyway, Rahul was only going to get up at 12 noon tomorrow, I told her. She let me leave the hand, I brought it down and started fondling.