Don’t try to fight it, you’ll only end up suffering more than you have to,” she said to me. Hannah went on to explain that the pain and pleasure...were like opposite sides of a coin, and that there were times that both sides would be useful together. “That spasm is also going to show you your sadistic and your masochistic streak. The best analogy I can use is that the pain-slut you never knew you had will take over and make her presence known to you. When she shows, don’t fight her. Do what I. I was busy admiring her body that I dint notice how shy she was, but een at that she never bothered covering herself, she wanted this badly and I can see the hunger in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on my semi erected cock.We lie down on the bed together and she snucked up on me again but now with her bare boobs pressing hard on my bare chest. This is electrifying and my cock wasted no time in springing back to life. We are having an awkward silence, you see I have never been an after sex convo. We still have trouble believing that part ourselves, but recent success appears to confirm it, wouldn’t you say?” I grinned.“Call me Malcolm. I don’t think that you have to guess as to why. Malcolm Philip Ward, for the record,” the chairman smiled now with considerable relief.“I’m Adam Clarke. The Prophet. These are some of my people, starting with my wives, Autumn, Hannah, and Xia Delan Clarke. This is Dr. Anwyn Slater, a recent professor of history at West Virginia University. This is her. I walked back out into the room and he was sitting on the couch stroking his dick keeping it between soft and rock hard. I walked over to him and got on my knees facing him. He asked where the wife went and as I said I wasn't sure, she came out of he bedroom with nothing but high heels and some thigh high leg stockings on carrying a black duffle bag that I knew we kept our sex toys in. She walked over, got on her knees also, grabbed his dick commenting on how thick the head was and guided it.