I didn't have to concentrate to bring on an orgasm. With Paul I always have to concentrate, to force the orgasm. With this stranger the orgasm happens...and I don't even need to think about it, spontaneous, doing what it should to my body without recourse to my mind, leaving my mind free for other things. How weird is that? Or is that how it should be?As I pondered these questions I understood that the reason I was even thinking about it was because I was cumming.This magnificent man has made me. He checked himself in the mirror and began to think heought to change his hair. But no, there was no time. He swallowed andbreathed in and went to see Clarissa.He found her sitting in her room. Their eyes locked as Neil walkedthrough the door. "I'm sorry" they both said immediately. "It's alright"they both said straight afterward. That made things less tense and Neilcame and sat beside her on the bed. She took his hand and waited. Neilwaited too. Eventually Clarissa turned her head to speak to. He bewailed and rolled his head around as I tried to maintain his erection. The constraining rings helped, the slushing sounds of lubricated fingers and foreskin combined with my dirty talk filled his ears and imagination and that strained cock was soon as stiff as my arm. I gave him my cock as reward and he sucked on it like he had been handed a water bottle in the desert. I undid his bonds and stood him up. Our erections touched and I masturbated them together. He grasped at my dick and. Once you have seen a bondage bed, you have seen all of them. The trope held, as closer examination did not reveal anything particularly fiendish about it, no hidden motors or pop-up dildos or electrical stimulators."Well, boys" -I liked calling them boys, it kept them in their place and also made them horny- "I think I know what you expect". Shalwar kameez indeed: a garment that can be removed in ten seconds. I was naked, again, and I laid down on the bed. I was trying hard to keep a cool,.