The flogging continued and I was totally lost in the experience. There was no longer the sense of pain with each stroke but now just an intensity that...was all encompassing. Sensing I was at my limit, my lover stopped the flogging. I opened my eyes when I felt her hands on my legs and was so relieved when she began releasing my restraints. Legs first, then wrists, but obediently I did no move when those were released. Finally, she released the ball gag. Now in the most tender, gentle loving way,. Mymother was a bit of an artist herself and would often criticize my workbefore one-upping. I would draw a cave man quality horse and she wouldshow all the faults and draw looking horse the same amount of time.Constantly being shown how bad you are tends to kill the motivation ofmany young children. I was much the same.But the arts weren't my only interests. I loved to read. I don't everremember not reading. My parents have told me that I learned to readbefore I could talk. This mostly had to. She is moaning and groaning, and I'm listening for the sounds of orgasm because I don't want to come before she has the big orgasm. Now my asain flower doesn't like to talk much she says "just enjoy it, don't say anything" but the black men love to talk while we are dominating the pussy, we are the mandingo's everyone talks about and wants to be! I'm telling her, tell me how it feels, do you like it, how do you want it, is that the right spot, do you want it hard, slow or smooth, I wasn't. I got my screen set up, and pulled out my notebook with the original adventure. “God Pete, you still have it?” Holly laughed, and I nodded. But said that I was thinking about putting it somewhere safe though.I was not even surprised when we finally had a group, and three of the ones that joined us were girls. Only Dan and the boyfriend of one of the girls were guys. However, I did not miss at all that Becky made sure to sit to my right, and introduced herself as my girlfriend.But they all had a.