Her hand lay gently wrapped around my cock still resting snuggly in the leg of my khakis, squeezing it teasingly. I lay back on the pillows to enj...y the teasing of her touch; this reciprocation would be enough to satisfy me, for now. At my age, and having had a vasectomy many years before, I couldn’t produce semen as I once did, so enjoying the sensations was more important than the ultimate climax and ejaculation, though it was wonderful when I did so, usually finalizing each wonderful. . eventually I fell asleep.When I woke up I was still on the bed wrapped neck to toe in hot pinkplastic wearing a neck corset with a rubber penis forced into my mouth,she was laying on the bed next to me and I was attempting to get herattention, hoping she would free me from my plastic bondage. When I didget her attention I would wish I had not, she didn't seem to happy andproduce a horse riding crop and rolled me on to my stomach and began tostrike my backside over and over again till I passed. I wanted the car to stop again so I could have an audience, but as luck would have it, the flow kept moving. A bit like my pussy, really. I was gently massaging my clit whilst looking at the people flashing by, imagining who would be the first guy I got to fuck.*The two incidents in town had supercharged the sexual atmosphere in the car. I knew for sure that, some way or another, I needed to find a man for Mary or we were going to burst with frustration. We were getting on to the motorway now,. His tortured balls were submitted routinely to Matron first, who applied the needle with her usual grace as he squirmed in discomfort. His erect cock was held back by a delicate hand and the monstrous shears were applied by Destiny. His breath was taken away by the intense pain served upon him, as the buxom dominatrix crashed the handles together with a gleeful smile. The pain coursed through his balls as the final miniscule ring restricted his sack so tightly, the tubes to his testicles were.