" I asked."If you mean sperm, yes, that's part of giving someone a blow-job. Speaking of sperm... I want to know how many ropes you shoot when you org...sm." She asked."Ropes?" I said."When your penis. Your young cock contracts during an orgasm, it'll shoot a strand of sperm each time. These are called ropes. Ever counted how many you shoot?" She asked."Yeah, usually six to nine." I answered.She stared at me, mouth agape."Six to Nine ropes!?" She said."Yes, why, is that bad?" I asked."No, of. And within the void of loneliness and uncertainty the mind wanders, not forwards far enough, but backwards, as she asked herself: ‘where did it all go wrong?’She remembered her father and how he always sheltered her and her small brothers. Then she thought maybe she should return to Surat, as her five thousand dollars would go a long way there. With five thousand dollars she could buy a small house and have her son grow up on familiar earth. Instead she found herself in the middle of a swarming. Her tongue snaked out and ran up his earlobe."Yes, please, Mistress," he whispered in response. She slid the leather strands up his penis. He loved the feel of the leather against the sensitive skin of his shaft.. She guided the whip over his stomach and muscular chest. A chill ran through him as she moved the scourge along his torso. Lightly, she whipped his erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the submissive man. Raising the whip high above her head, Summer swung her arm down. " Let's not forget the porn movies you made me watch."I sighed hopelessly. It was not possible to discuss with her. She was well-prepared for this talk."You showed me the dirtiest images: horny wives, huge cocks, never-ending gangbangs..." She was getting excited while telling these. I noticed that she started to move her hips slowly."You," she began, looking into my eyes firmly and grinding me while I was trapped between her legs. "You awoke my inner slut."What she was saying was true, but I.