I’m usually shy in a bar setting so I wasn’t really comfortable going out and just “picking up” a girl. When I get this horny, I’ll turn to ...he Internet and find a local escort. This time I found Kandy. Kandy is a Tantric masseuse, and had ways of “making me feel like I’m in Nirvana.” She explained to me what Tantric massages were like since I’d never experienced one. I was pleased that I would get a massage along with my “good time”, so I made an appointment within the hour and she gave me. “I got so turned on, standing in the queue,” you say. “On my way back to my seat, I slipped into the loo and took them off.” “Did anybody notice you had no bra on?” “There was this guy, I think he noticed straight away. He was standing behind me and I’m sure he was looking over my shoulder down the front of my blouse. I felt a bit embarrassed at first, but as I stood there in the queue the thought of him looking at me, and enjoying the unexpected treat, began to get me excited. I thought what. She saw whips hanging from wooden pegs in the wall. She saw chains, more bindings, she looked around seeing dildos, mushroom shaped things, and behind her she saw a low table, and some stocks, like in the old movies. Sherri understood the nightmare then. ‘Now Slave, we are going to begin at the beginning, since you have chosen to remain dressed, and have been punished for that, for now, I will ignore the disobedience of your remaining dressed. When I release you, first your feet, and then your. . hold…..it …hold it” Its then in that instant my body betrays me, small at first, but building quickly. Spasms from deep in my balls build to wracking pulses as they puke out hundreds of thousands of my little swimmers into the river of cum that is now rushing to crush the dam of my resolve to “Hold It Back”. Feeling like an untended fire hose being filled to pressure, this flash flood of cum rips its way up from deep within my balls. With each pump I can feel fluid being pumped up to.