", sheprotested."Well, that's just the point. Is not your lovebutton the most sensi?tive part of your body. So let him torture you there.Your labia ar... very delicate. How will a burning iron make you scream. Yourvagina is an opening to your sensitive belly. An real invitation for torture,dear. If the hangman must torture you, as is his assignment, I can't forbid himto use your sensitive spots. I would contradict myself, wouldn't I.....?"."It is so inhuman. Look at me, sire, my beauty,even you. "Yes mistress, I will eat you out. Please cum on my face" she released my balls from her grip, and resumed grinding her pussy on my face. "That's better, slut! But I still believe you want more pain. Are you a little pain slut? You must be, you agreed so easily to let us do whatever we want to you!" And she laughed, while scratching my inner thighs with her nails. Right on the red parts from her earlier slaps. The pain was tingly at first, then moved into excruciating as she ran her nails. Ten minutes. Certainly, there must be one thing about this simple black vase that you can draw in ten minutes. Ready, set, go.”Fuck! We were drawing again. I looked at the vase and turned to a fresh sheet of paper. There was an indentation near the bottom of the vase and then it flared out flat from there to the table. I started with that, but quickly realized that what I was looking at was the vase reflected in the table’s surface. Reflection reverses the perspective. What was convex becomes. This isn’t my imagination. My ringing ears muffle everyone’s conversations to gibberish. The room feels like it’s spinning. I didn’t realize it but I’m stroking myself again…….I almost didn’t catch it in time. I don’t want to cum yet but I fear I’m at the point of no return. Orgasm is when ‘the sense’ is strongest. If there is ‘another’ here my best chance of seeing them will be during orgasm. I take one more look around, still nobody showing any interest in me. I can’t stop now, I’m going to.