After she stopped thrashing, her head lolling on her chest, Lila remained, hanging, with her eyes closed, for long minutes, conscious only of the pain...in her wrists and her feet, where all her weight was resting on the nails piercing her flesh. For a long time, since her nailing started, she belonged, body and mind, to the nails that pierced her flesh, to the pain that took over her body. Now, hanging quiet, her mind returned to her body; the pain, while still unbearable, decreased a fraction,. I noticed that Sheila and Alice were paying very close attention to the conversation.“The result sometimes is a limp dick, for lack of better words, when the nerves connecting my prick to my brain shut down due to high sugar levels,” I answered.Several sisters responded with stifled laughter or nervous giggles and additional follow-up questions. Sex is always an interesting conversation. I had their attention, at least.“Can you still orgasm?” Alice asked with a look of concern on her face.“Yes.. I was hoping you'd call and we could go out sometime." That sounds great Lucy. When would be a good time for you? I've got absolutely nothing going on in my life right now. I'm kind of vegging out this summer accumulating hours of sleep, hoping my problem will go away." I overheard the doctor on the phone today. The conversation was about you." Well, what'd he say?" Ask me out, and I'll tell you." Will you go out with me ... tonight, Lucy?" I'd love to. You want to meet somewhere, or do you. Unlike the previous flogging this one gave a lasting sharp pain, and on top of that Ms. Brendan hit her everywhere, not just her breasts.Donna gave in after another few blows and pushed herself up. The whipping stopped.“And down” Ms. Brendan said and whipped her once again.Soon Donna found herself going up and down the dildo. If she slowed down Ms. Brendan would hit her with the whip without mercy. Even if she kept up her pace, she would get a hit every now and then if Ms. Brendan believed she.