I didn’t say anything waiting for her to elaborate. “I liked how you abused me… I mean like yesterday, Just throwing me into a dark room with on...y a bare matrass, or the when you just fucked my ass. No lube, no easing into it, you just abused me. And I liked that. “She continued. “I know I read your stories online.”“Yes I noticed.”“So are you willing to continue being my slave after this weekend?” I asked her. My heart was pounding in my throat. I really wanted her to say yes. And without. I got him to lap at my cl*toris like a cat lapping milk, and then he progressed under my instruction to slurping the letters of the alphabet, and I got him to slip a finger inside me and perform a massage from within, in a contrastingrhythm. I was playing with my hyper sensitive little nipples and pretty soon I had to give him fair warning that I was going to come again. "You can C-carry on if you want, but I AM going to come and it will all get VERY wet down there" He smiled and nodded and. Now, it was time to move on to the next generation. Philip was still sexually active with his loving wife, Mary, and he still got some pussy from one of his "mistresses" at least on a daily basis. Philip worked out and kept his body in pretty good shape but with the passing of the years, now he was 59 years old instead of the 41 he'd been when he'd started all of this. Philip was actually driving to one of his son's and daughter-in-law's homes where he was going to initiate Brenda, one of his. To Joselle it felt completely unbearable, like a cross between a terrible itch and a tickle. He kept up like that for a full 10 minutes, until Joselle was gasping and hyperventilating thru her gag, Drool and spit now ran like rivers from both corners of her spider gag, and her dark hair was soaked with sweat and drool about her shoulders. She was horribly, terribly ticklish under her arms, and driven nearly to the point of insanity. Worse yet, the metal of her ring gag seemed to send the.