Instead of sitting there comfortably playing with myself, I’d be in bondage and my cock and balls would be wired to the shocker. I’d be faced with...the awful choice of whether to abandon my principles and just untie the knots or to pull the switch cord and fry like the slut that I am. It would be a tough decision but in the end, I knew I’d choose the shocker. I always had. Part of me really wants the pain—that searing, crushing pain that is my just payment for the pleasure of orgasm. As hot as I. After a short time he asked “Have I found the spot yet?” “No not yet mate, keep trying though” I replied laughing. The next thing I knew, Brett had my swelling cock in his hand. He had shuffled it around so that it lay down the leg of my shorts and as it hardened, the head poked out. He quickly had hold of it and helped it out further and now had nearly half its length in his hand. Now he just rolled it up and down my inner thigh. His touch, as always, was incredible. I glanced across at him. Because she looked so different from her normal apparel, Ben just stood staring at her. Desire and lust flickered across his face. Finally, he remembered the flowers and thrust his arm out, “Here!” Ben felt like a dumb kid again and he realized how abrupt his actions were.Natasha took the flowers from his hand, reached up, and kissed his cheek. “Flowers! Ben, you are a special man. Thank you dear.”She turned and headed up the stairs and he followed her. Ben watched her bottom swing back and. I plucked a pink tapered candle from a bloody candlestick for use as an old-school toy. Lying my head on my Britney Spears pillow, my legs opened immediately. They were so wide Dr. Fauci dropped by to dub me a "super spreader event." My talented fingers then began strumming my emerging clit like a ukulele on Maui. Soon I was squirming as if I had an intense urge to urinate; a skill I perfected in my fetish film, 'Islands in the Yellow Stream.' Then parting my slippery petals I inserted the.