I am about to come. As I hold them all the tighter and more tighter, I draw closer and more closer towards my sexual ecstasy and climax, and the great...r and more elevated and lofty my bliss and enjoyment becomes. For sure!Oh my! This acute pleasure is too, too much; this glee and enchantment is for sure too high and sky-scraping for me to withstand and bear up. I am not cracking jokes here. I am so glad and in high spirits and cheerful I don't even know what will come off next and when and. " She gathered an double handful of nettles from the desk. "Now come along," she commanded as she left the study and headed down to my bedroom. I staggered along behind her, moaning and weeping all the way. My room is actually the master bedroom, because Helen does most of her playing here and likes to have the space and a handy en suite to clean up afterwards. It is a total contrast to her study - the walls are stark white, bare of any kind of decoration, and the floor is highly polished. I needed something to cut through the fabric of space I was taking up. This blackness was keeping me from everyone I love. My mind was functioning. I remembered Doctor Bradley asking me if I was ready for the operation. I remembered Jennifer’s lips touching mine, and the burning sensation in my left hand. Pain, I was supposed to be in pain, but I was free of all sensations, the only part of me that was working was my brain. I needed Newton’s pencil, or any other sharp instrument to make a hole. I began to feel woozy. I hardly registered myself being tied to an iron bedstead, my arms pulled back. I then, through the haze of swirling images, saw the ebony-dark figure of Tanya kneeling between my legs. Weakly I allowed her to lift both my legs and urge them up bringing my knees up to my chest. I then realised in my alcoholic haze what she intended to do. I felt my senses go haywire and my inner-voice shouting with alarm. I looked down my torso to see that she was handling her prick and.