...I couldn’t. So I asked Mistress for leniency, she told me to zip it or there will be a doubling of my now 160 strokes meaning 320 strokes. It was...good advice to button it. Stroke after stroke landed with pinpoint accuracy. Mistress knew where to lay one stroke on top of the other for maximum pain. The pain was immense, I never thought for one minute it would be as painful as this. I was struggling and had no idea how I would get through so many strokes. Surely she has to be joking, but then. Kelsey took a shuddering breath and nodded. Tom sprinkled salt on her neck. She reached her hands up and cupped her breasts on each side, increasing the valley between them that would hold the shot glass in place. Meanwhile Tom had taken the lime wedge and held it for Kelsey to take in her mouth. She licked her lips and then held the lime wedge with her teeth that Tom placed between them. Next Tom carefully placed the full shot glass between Kelsey’s plump globes. Kelsey winced as the cold, wet. Opening my mouth, he slowly entered me, pushing further and further until I felt the head of his cock snake its way back into my throat. Oh fuck, I was really doing it. The sensation was fantastic, the head of his cock warmly messaged the cotton ball like feeling I had in the back of my throat from being baked. I could feel every inch of him like I've never felt before. Every ridge, every vein. As he pushed deeper, my throat swelled to accommodate him. Bottoming out, his balls pushed against my. "Her lower belly churned like a mix-master against me. Lifting her bodily off the floor I carried her into the bedroom and put her down. Her nimble fingers were reaching into my pants as I tried to beat her by dropping them. She won. My dick sprang forth and she made the most delightful sound at the sight of it."Like it?" I'd almost forgotten what one looks like. And yours... yours is the only one I've ever seen or played with."With as much tenderness as I could muster, I opened and lowered her.