Mistress Black wasnt taking it slowly, i was staggering and stumblingalong, the pain in my arms shoulders and feet growing by the second.through the f...rst door was a short corridor leading to a door at the farend, i soon realised this was some form of airlock, growing more scaredwith every short step i took we reached the second door.upon the door being opened i discovered it wasnt an airlock but anelaborate sound proofing system as i heard the moans and groans of manyslaves and the sight i. In plain physical terms, Joanna always felt her self to be in the grip of unfulfilled sexual desire. As she stated at a later time, ‘I was always wet and ready for a man.’ Her carnal hunger tormented her and was felt almost as pain. Behind this constant desire for sex was the deeper need for love and security. At thirty-six years of age Joanna could look back on a life laced with sadness. Her mother died before she was one year old leaving Joanna’s grandmother to bring her up. Her father at. There’s so much of it, too. You are always so damn soaking wet for me…in the dream. Can this really be just my imagination? Can it? Tell me! Do you ever really get wet for me? Again, I ask you, what does it all mean? That I fantasize about you? Of course I do. That’s no secret but it doesn’t go anywhere near explaining why I enjoy this particular dream so often and why nothing else? Just me going down on you, licking your holes, eating you out, sucking on your clit and making you come for. "I didn't know."Miss Casey continued to sensually manipulate the small pink disc capped with an eraser-like nub, until Denise could barely stand. "Okay, let's try the other one now." This time when she applied another clamp, Denise felt her pussy surge with pleasure accompanied by the sensual pain shooting from her nipple.Denise moaned a little loudly and caught herself. Then she looked back and saw that several people had noticed her and were pointing."I see the little slut likes this one much.