Like it or not. Time past, you lost track of your thoughts and time. You did notice the smell of cum and sex but you were not sure if this was from yo... or from the others around you. Then, finally, your arms were gently untied and pulled over your head, and retied, not tightly, but tightly enough to prevent you from moving too much. You were stretched out on the platform arms above your head legs spread and secured too. A pair of hands massaged your arms, adding a bit of warm oil. Your forearms. ”“The warning is for others. The next is our gift for you. We are going to do a scarification of all of your glans, your dick head. That's where all the nerves that make it pleasurable are. After scarification the nerves will be dead and covered with scar tissue. No more feeling. None, zilch, nada.”“You can look forward to getting horny again after all the testosterone blockers wear off in a couple of years. You'll be able to get testosterone shots to get it up, but with no feeling, you won't. She was a happily married woman and she had never cheated but she was enjoying his company and neither of them had been ready to call it a night. She had no intention of sleeping with him but she was a little drunk and her inhibitions were low. He was undeniably hot but he was most definitely not her type. She had never been especially attracted to black men either physically or emotionally. She had always been drawn to preppy white guys but Tre had an incredible fit body and he possessed the. “With your mouth you silly tart!” I didn’t want to do that, after all it had just been inside me, but he insisted.I knelt in front of him, held the slippery cock, and touched my tongue on it, tasting myself. It wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. Then it was in my mouth, I sucked it, licked it, the head, the shaft, his ball, I worship his manhood, and in doing so cleaned it.He turned me over, and finger fucked me, then inserted a finger in my anus, pulled it out and spat on my dirty hole, his finger.