I love seeing the glint in His eyes as He enjoys my pain , hearing my gasps, seeing me writhing on the bed as I try to lay still.....u*********sly beg...for more, I need the pain, I need the torture, I need to lose myself in fifiland......He reaches now for the right nipple, pulling at it as He now takes another needle, piercing the nipple with it...I feel the pain, much greater pain as the needle passes under and through the nipple....I squeal with pain as it passes ...''breathe, breathe. "How many boys have you, brought to climax?" I said. I couldn't believe I had just asked my daughter this question. Amber giggled, I think at my use of "climax." I couldn't quite say "cum" to my daughter just yet. I got a little worried when I saw Dylan had to do some calculating in her head."About fifteen," she said. I was shocked. I figured that must mean that she had either given hand jobs or blow jobs to at least fifteen guys. I instantly wanted to know so much more. Who were these guys?. Tell her I didn't eat your pussy, and that I said I was leaving that job open for someone else." You aren't ever going to lick it?" Brenda, stop trying to figure out everything before you do what I ask. I already told you what I'm trying to make happen. You need to try to make it happen too, because that's what will make me happy. You make me happy, I make you happy. That's how it works."I handed Brenda the telephone from the nightstand and watched as she dialed Emily's number. The two of them. At least as long as I only want to make my pussy exclusively available for more satisfying sex with my Bull. In a way, I guess you can say I “milk” my husband to keep him satisfied but receive a boyfriend’s “milk” in my pussy, to keep me satisfied.And I do it with the self-satisfied awareness that my husband’s waiting at home for me, knowing that as he dutifully, reverently keeps true to me I’m being anything but true to him. Because that’s the way it works in our marriage. While Hubby waits at.