As soon as the stinging sensations began all ten victims began struggling against their bonds, the tingling itch was driving them mad and their hands ...ere tied so they could not scratch. I learnt long ago that the stinging nettles on a woman's clit was far better than any vibrator and usually lasted for twenty minutes. Eleanor was the first woman I experimented on with the stinging nettles many years before and she loved it, telling me the urge to scratch the itch was as good as the tingling. Uski back meri side thi. Ab mujhe pata tha kya karna hai.Me uske neck k yaha meri garam sase chor raha tha. Ab mujhe pata tha ladkiya control nae kar pati bas aur kya tha. Wo mere face to face aae aur boli “I can’t control my feelings please can u hug me and sleep” me fatak se use hug kiya. Ab uske boobs mujhe chest me pure dabe hue the. Meine vidya k back pe hath ferna chalu kiya aur wo dhire dhire moan karni lagi. Me samjh gaya ki me ab 1 try karu wo mere bas me aayegi.Meine vidya ka face. I like the twitches in my slacks. The crowd thins until only she and I are left at the grave side. I move beside her and stand silently staring into the dark hole until I feel pressure to speak before she leaves.“She was a special woman. So strong and resilient. I haven’t seen you before. How did you know her?” Her shoulders popped with a small snort. Did I misspeak?“‘SHE‘ was Stan and HE was special and resilient.” She turned her pretty, scowling face to me. “How did you know Stan, I wonder?”. For the next two weeks it had been more of the same. Every night the limo would take her somewhere, be waiting for her when she came out, and the driver always pulled over somewhere and 'took his tip'. The clients that John was sending her to were such sorry specimens that she began to look forward to her sessions with the chauffeur, at least he was able to bring her to orgasm. By the end of the second week she'd had enough. She put her phone on the answering machine and settled down to read.