Each was blindfolded and appeared to be held in place with a large steel support pole. Their hands were supported by chains which hung from the ceili...g of the enclosure.Evelyn gasped and said, “Oh,” as she realized that these were not mannequins but live, naked women, and the steel support pole was in fact impaling them in their ass. Bells hanging from their nipples rang loudly as the women shook and vibrated, in time with the electric current flowing through the flashing Christmas lights. . It never did come up with any matches before I cancelled it. Am I really that difficult? That different? Perhaps. But I won’t allow my ego to convince me that’s true. In a world of over 6 billion people, I cannot believe there isn’t one who would love every part of me. My kindness, and need to stand up for what I believe is right, my tenacity, my strength, my quirks, my stubbornness, my desire to be in control, my love of small things, my wonder at the miracle that is life itself, my dark. She said "most likely" and at that point all I could think of was having that young sweet ass jerking me off like her mother did or better yet with her mother's help. I told her I was looking forward to having her give me the same massage as her mother had. She blushed again and grinned while saying, "I'm sure I can do better with some training from my mom!". I told her to keep me in mind and I would be glad to be her first appointment. I moved behind the tall part of the counter shielding. Instead I am attracted to the sight of a wedding ring on a woman's hand. I had always imagined most married women as bored with their sex lives, looking for something new and different. The thought of making a married woman scream in pleasure like her husband never could was one of my deepest fantasies. At that time I had never had the opportunity to live out that fantasy but as I looked across the room all I saw was opportunity. My eyes landed on a large corner booth filled with women in.