He was only about 5'8", but he was really well built. Candy was 5'10", with light blonde hair, and a build like Marilyn Monroe, but with larger, fulle... breasts. Her face reminded me of Loretta Swit (my parents were big M*A*S*H fans). Well, they lived in the city that the college I was going to attend and when Jim found out I was going to be attending college near him, he offered to let me live with him and Candy for the duration of my education. Now, my parents were resistant to the idea at. (my classmate)Me: ohh! We didn’t talk even a single word but you are texting me? Anyways nice to meet you.Nerthu: nice to meet u too! I text u to say something..Me: ya u can say..Neethu: hey am a good dancer but you didn’t get my name for Culturals to perform.. Why?Me: oh really? You look too silent that’s why I thought you don’t do anything.. If you are ok you can join with me a duet dance..Neethu: no prob for me! I can dance with you.. Tq so muchMe: anytime. Twice. I should have been feeling release. I should have felt at the very least some sissy juices oozing out. But no. Nothing. The muscle spasming dissipated instantly. That ‘pre-ejaculatory’ feeling likewise vanished. The electricity was pulsing and hurting even more now! If my clit had not been trapped by my panties I’m sure it would have been visibly pulsing.Oh. That was it. The strap around my clitty, and then the thick rubber band further holding the electrode in place must have prevented. ”“Good,” the master purrs. “I was hoping you would.”For just a fleeting moment Marshall wonders if he really has a choice. It is just a question and is disappears quicker than it came on. The master is on the platform with him, stroking her cock lovingly. Marshall knows what to do without being asked or told. He straddles the master’s thighs, reaches back with his hand to take over the throbbing shaft. Using his hand, he guides it to his backdoor and slowly lowers himself onto it. The man.