What could hurt me? What could it be that we hadn't already picked up from the store.Thinking back to that first day at KMart, I wracked my brain to r...call each item that either I or my Master had picked out. The list was reasonably long. He still possessed the items, either keeping them in his car or in at his house. Those items weren't for punishment. They were merely for enjoyment.Shivering, I let out a small sarcastic laugh -- his enjoyment. Sighing lightly, I felt my pussy stirring with. "Now baby, suck my cock till I am hard for you again. Take it all and lick me clean. Suck my balls." He got over her face and shoved his cock to her mouth. "Lick me." She began licking all over his cock and down to his balls. He then told her "Open wide." As she opened her mouth he shoved his cock into it. "Now suck baby. Suck hard." As she sucked he kept shoving inch after inch in her mouth. When she gagged he pulled his cock out and slapped her face with it then shoved it back in. Then he. He helped me by being my friend, when my mother, sister and both brothers were killed, when I was eight. He was an usher at my first wedding. After my first marriage failed, he was there to pull me out of more messes, and more gutters, than I can count. He was also the guy who organized most of the early stripping games and contests.Girls from high school had told me Stan was so smooth he could get them almost totally naked before they were cognizant of that fact, but I didn't believe them.. He said well if you have no more questions why don't we get started. He moved down to the end of the table between my opened legs which were still in the stirrups, and seated himself on a stool, placing the stimulator on the table next to him. I could see him once again pick up the tube of lubricant and apply a generous gob to the probe. I heard his voice saying "I am going to insert the probe now, bear down, and relax". I felt his fingers spreading my cheeks apart and felt the coolness of the.