I was feeling so nasty. "Could some one please bring the glass ?" I asked. I held the glass up to my oozing pussy and pushed some of the white semen ...uice into the receptacle. A big dollop of cum spurted out and went into the glass. I squeezed my pussy again and another milky blob oozed into the goblet. When I had squeezed all I could I raised up to my knees and let the thick juice drain out of my vagina into the glass. I looked down to see that the glass was nearly full of the warm liquid.. She put on the strap on and put the biggest toy we had in it. This cock was as far as a forearm and about 10 inches long...and smooth. I had it in my before but not with her wearing a strap on. She mounted me and put my legs behind my head still forcing me to only look at the ceiling. She entered me without taking the other two toys out. She was forcing it in. I had to concentrate past wanting pleasure and just let her have her way with me. She finally got it in and I knew my asshole was so. No one could or would give me any objective information on my condition and all subjective information indicated I was going downhill with no way to slow it down. Well, the subjective information was correct to a point, My speech is deteriorating slowly, but it is my mental and emotional state that was going to hell in a hand basket due to the physical pain and all the stress from the fallout of being sick.Now, that I know what to target I can devise strategies including counseling to heal. I. The dim, dancing light gleamed off of large, steel eye hooks that had been bolted at the corners and the centers of each side. Ranged along the nearest wall, in a splendid, terrifyingly arousing display, were tools. Some of these I recognized, having seen them on the display racks at the fetish shop from earlier in the day. Others were completely foreign to me. Even so, I could see the potential for some serious pleasure, and pain, in the entire collection. I shuddered involuntarily. The slight.