I could feel him attach the ring onto the dildo inside me, his fingers sliding up and feeling my inner flesh, I sat silently as he did what he wanted,...and when finished he brought the clips up my front and took pleasure in pulling both my nipples hard, attaching each clip which dug into my sensitive flesh with pain, but he was past caring as pain and pleasure were entwined in his addled brain, the cord short enough to hold me in this bucked position, leaning forward, thus ensuring as he fucked. “Why don't I take you?” I asked. * A few days later, Amanda and I headed down to the Kenai, where we rented a small cabin and did some salmon fishing. She was one hell of an outdoorswoman. We were a fairly perfect match. That night (the grey twilight that passes for Alaska summer night, that is), she gave me my first kiss with a woman. I was blown away by the soft tenderness of her lips, the silkiness of her skin as I tenderly caressed her neck. Then, after many overtures throughout the day,. .. no, he had beenalone in the team locker room, waiting for someone.Trevor had come in.What had happened then?He remembered that he had blown Trevor a kiss, and giggled. Why would he do that?Trevor had pinched his arse.Hard.And he'd giggled even more. He'd loved it.And then what happened...?Mark suddenly stumbled as his shoes began to change, becoming open andgrowing an increasing heel.But he didn't notice. He recalled how, still giggling, he had climbedonto a bench on all fours. How he'd. Too bitter. On and on, the man toiled until finally one night, at precisely 9:18pm, the final product stabilized. With shaking hands, he filled a hypodermic needle and shuffled out of his pants. He took a deep breath and plunged the needle into his right testicle, filling it with half the concoction before repeating the process with the other. A little discomfort was well worth the advancement of science. Emily Goodson had long ago grown accustomed to sleeping alone. She didnt like to remember.