I will make sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again! You won't be able to tolerate gentle lovemaking, by the time I am fin...shed here with you!" " Have mercy, John! You are too large, too strong…" She moans in desperation. " No, Baby. I am the perfect fit for you, I'll prove it! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is superb, don't you agree?" " John, I am still very sore from yesterday." She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overwhelming. But as they say, "Size doesn't matter, it's the motion of the ocean that counts." "It's the journey not the destination that matters", and our journeys were sensuous, amorous, and very satisfying for both of us; it didn't matter if it was slow sensuous lovemaking, or hot monkey sex.What finally broke down my last barrier of doubt, happened one Saturday evening, after about six months into our relationship.We were at one of those parties. Not one of those parties we had with friends, but a. Steel posts ran from the platformupwards on each side of his head. Each had a ring at the top and eachring was tightly clamped around one of his thighs. His legs had beenstretched out in a full split position with his ballet booted feelpointing to each side. Additional posts and rings at knee and ankleheld him in this impossible position.Directly in front of him, mounted on the platform at his mouth level wasa small machine. She called it a fucking machine and facing him was thelargest. It’s a new world detective. I am a doctor. Remember that.”“What the fuck does you being an Internet quack have to do with anything,” asked Maggie.“That was hurtful, Sweetheart,” said Emmet. “No one questions your hair color detective. As I recall it, the first time we met your hair was a lot darker blond. Maybe the peroxide is damaging your brain. But since we’ve established that you’re brain damaged ... I’m gonna talk real slllllooooowwww.”“Fuck you,” spat Maggie.“Not right now,” said Emmet..