If he would, he could have seen that Jack, behind some other guys, was stroking his long and wide sausage that I used to have dreamed about before he ...ade it clear he didn't want to fuck. Well, he certainly was enjoying this show. So were the other two guys on my other side. In fact, they didn't only masturbate- they were rubbing each other's cock. A fourth guy, who bathed in his swimwear, had an impressive bulge and his manhood was poking out. Surprisingly, he made the next move. He. I've developed a checklist for each of the men I take to bed. A strict set of standards that have become sacred and imperative in order to maintain my self-imposed "lessons." Each partner must have the physical power to bring about the most pain, and have enough tolerance and virility to maintain long periods of terrifying foreplay before finally sating their own urges.I am not sure how or when I became a slave to sexual pain, but it's now more a drug for me than anything else. It brings about. "We require payment in advance for the rooms, and also for services," the clerk told us then."We have four horses and a cart to keep in your stable also," Pat told him."There is an extra fee for the horses. You may park the cart inside the stable for free," the clerk told us, and then gave us the amount for one night.This hotel certainly wasn't inexpensive, not with all of us and our horses staying here, and it would have taken most of my remaining small value coins to pay the bill. Instead, I. Ann and Susie hung my new red dress on the door,facing out, with an enlarged photo of my face above the dress. "Help MeMake a Statement for Women's Health," read the poster with the dress.The poster promised that if I raised my goal, I would attend the Wear RedDay Gala wearing this dress. All donations accepted.The sign was an immediate hit. All day, I was bombarded with commentsand donations. Surprisingly, the men in my office were more willing todonate. "Haha, good luck at the prom!" was.