Yes, I love to hear your voice too, but really I have to go. Yes, I’ll call. ‘Bye. No, I’m sorry, I really do have to go now. ‘Bye. Goodbye. I...said nothing about the number of notes I had received, although a couple of the girls — that would be Lucy and Charlotte (I was taking notes) — mentioned that they had got the idea of the note from seeing another girl slip something into my pocket, so some of them at least must have had an idea that they were not alone. However, I did not want them. He called out as he came in the front door. “Emma? I’m back.”He didn’t get an answer and a moment later he saw why.Emma was lying asleep on his couch, her back facing the room with Bruiser swaddled in his blanket and tucked securely between her chest and the sofa cushions. She was sleeping quietly; Bruiser was making snoring sounds reminiscent of a chain saw at idle in his living room.He walked quietly up to her so as not to disturb her (though if Bruiser didn’t wake her, nothing would) and sat. Then he showed me some pictures of the same woman rubbing a dog’s cock. Wow, I was really surprised at the size of the dog’s cock. It started at a point then thickened to about two inches thick. Then, about six or seven inches back, there was a large lump at either side, making it about five inches thick. Behind this was about three inches of thick cock over three inches thick. In total it was about ten inches long. “Would you like a cock like that”? He asked. I nodded in agreement as I felt. Brat!" chided Jamon. He loved to tease her, her bound naked body as his disposal.Every pinch of her nipple sent shock waves to her sex. She could feel her clit begin to swell. She could feel her sex moisten. How could the pain turn so quickly to pleasure? She hoped that he wouldn’t notice that she was getting wet.“I can smell your pussy getting wet.” He squeezed her nipple hard, seeing the pained look in her eyes. “Does the pain make you wet?” Jamon produced one of the cylinders with a plunger.