He confided to me what I already knew – that he was a Shaman, and once again intoned the drone of the Bear in my ears. But he could not make me come... and it was a frustration to us both, feeling this deep sense of exhaustion without release. But I felt honored that he was willing to feel as I felt – as I have felt for eons. He came and dwelt in the limbo where I have so oft been, and felt the pain – the agony of it – with me. The energies were too strong to allow much sleep, and when dawn light. Mark stood up and picked up a different boob clamp from inside. He clamped one on to my nipple and I screamed as it hurt. And I moved.Mark (spanked my boob): Do not move or else I will have to use a harder one.He clipped both of them together and then pulled the chain that was across the boobs.Me: Arghhhhhhh!!Mark: Are you gonna be a good bitch?Ben: Are you gonna listen to us?Me: Yes yes yes I will!They made me sit on the couch and started to tease me. Ben took out some oil and poured it over. Aur main ek sexstory book bhi padh rahi thi jo main aur mere pati aksar padhte rahte hai. Khair unhone bola ki neend nahi aa rahi mujhe aur mujhe bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi to hum dodo living room me neeche aa gaye aur tv on kar diya kuch der tak dekhne ke baad hum baat karne lage.Baat karte karte hum dono thoda frank ho gaye tabhi unhone pocha ki kirti aap ne bra nahi pahni hai. Main sharma gayee aur apne stano ko dekhte huye boli ki raat me nahi pahanti. Tabhi main apne bedroom me aa gaye aur. Tokhon amar dan hat action e neme geche. Sharir bhitor diye, blouse r upor diye boudir bam dudhta tipchi. Jemon boro temni norom. Ekdom moida makhar moto kore pishlam. Goromer jonnoi hok, ar je karonei hok, boudi bra khule eseche. Ar jai kothai. Ami bam hattao kaje namiye dilam. Dekhte dekhte boudir mukher rong palte gelo. Galgulo lal hoye geche. Boudi je chokh bujeche, ar khulchei na. Hoito o khub moja pache. Ami aste aste blouse r huk gulo khule dilam. Sharir achol namiye nilam. Ebar boudir.