David looked at John then at the bushes. He faced the bushes, blushed, and pumped his hand up and down on his penis. John watched what David was doing...and matched him blush for blush, pump for pump. They each had to prove to the other that they had the nerve to go through with this.They heard a rustle in the bushes and David almost lost his nerve. He glanced at John and saw he was still pumping his penis so he kept on pumping in time with him.The boys didn't take time for the niceties they used. To be inspected and not to dance is somethingclinical, not something enjoyable. When I am stretched so taut in bondage thatI can barely move I feel that I can express myself perfectly. My sex can beinspected minutely without causing me any embarrassment. If I am gagged, Iam also spared the inconvenience of having to object for the sake of appearances.Struggling only adds to the artistic effect. Wanda likes to participate bycontrolling my movements with a whip or a cane. It is a lot more. “Bend over, touch your toes, now.” She spanked her, fast and hard, then got in front of her with her bum facing her head and grabbed her by the hair, lifting it to her ivory colored ass. “Clean me, with your pretty face.”“Yes, Ma’am.” Stacey didn’t hesitate. She ran her tongue all the way from her clitoris to her anus and back down, and back up. She didn’t mind the taste, she was enjoying it, she was again eager to serve. Her tongue felt better than soap to her master, that was all that. We did everything possible, oral toys etc., except anal. She wasn't into that. I looked forward to weekends and I did it with Tammy about two of every three weeks. I would never need anything else.after one very hot session I received a real surprise, Jim walked put of the closet. I started stammering and tried to think of a good story. He smiled and told me to relax, he enjoyed watching.I had never experienced this and didn't know what to think. Tammy started stroking my thigh and I got more.