As a compulsive masturbator and girl-worshipper I have no control in situations like these, when I’m seeing what I normally only see in my mags. A w...nker can’t choose when he sees what he needs to see – it can only happen by accident or when a Goddess decides you can. I’m in a trance and Miss Michelle is putting on a real show with Her tight skimpy top, it doesn’t occur to me why She’s doing this, and I’m not repairing the copier. I can hear giggles and laughter but I’ve no idea where it’s. I was ready and anxious to feel him piercing me. I reached out and felt his big, hard cock and i said to him to “hurt me”. He asked me if i really wanted him to hurt me and i told him yes yes. I wanted him to see me in pain for him to prove to him how much i wanted to be his slave …ummmHe began to unwrap the instruments and there were several rings and needles. I wondered why so many, but i didn’t say anything. He saw my concern and told me that he had a place for each of the rings. He placed. Henry decided he really did like Marty. He was amusing and enthusiastic. He was also clearly very much in love with Samantha treating her with almost old world courtesy and with the utmost gentleness. They did all the usual things but for Marty's benefit visited a number of tourist attractions such as Stonehenge. In the middle of the holiday Samantha and Marty headed up to Northumberland for a couple of days. Marty's family had originally come from there and he wanted to see it.Henry was sad. I also started looking at other guys at school, and wondered how it would feel to have their penis in my mouth. I was becoming an addict, and I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. What kind or person was I turning it to? Almost every night now, especially if Ben and I had not been together, I was masturbating. I was so addicted to it, I could not sleep unless I had at least one orgasm. Sometimes once wasn't enough and I would orgasm two or three times before my body and mind would relax.