“When it feels better let me know”.He rubbed my back, held my breast, rolled my nipples around and put a finger on my clit which he tapped. The ti...gling started again and I moved up a little. His hands lifted me up a little and let me down, small movements, slowly. He whispered “Better”?I looked at him with tearing eyes and nodded. He raised me higher and let me down, over and over, higher and higher. Once his cock came out and he had to put it back in. It went in easily. Soon I was bouncing up. Sherri made the first move. She got up to go to the restroom and walked past their table. She "accidentally" brushed against Mississippi and said "sorry" and looked him in the eyes and smiled her beautiful smile. Coming back, she walked past their table and looked at all of them and smiled. Now it was my turn. So I got up and walked past their table and stopped and ask "how are you gentlemen doing this evening"? I didn't wait for an answer but just quickly looked them all in the eyes and walked. Dad did his best to instill in me a sense of pride for 'soldiering up' to the challenge, so on when I opened my locker Wednesday morning I felt ambivalent about finding yet another manila envelope with my name on it. Half of me had hoped for a break in this shaming routine and half of me longed for the honour of humiliation. I opened the envelope and found two items and a note which read:Victor,Enclosed in this packet are your garb for today: (1) a ¾ inch wide leather belt with many holes so as. ‘It was dark, mm? Perhaps, as her skin and muscle degraded, the veins simply became clearer to see. If she was withering like this, I would think it because she was not receiving enough to eat or perhaps her body was refusing what went in. The blood was nothing more than a distraction. What did your healer try?’ Winston didn’t answer at first as he found himself absorbed by the explanation. It was such a simple concept yet now it seemed so obvious. ‘Hmm? What did he try? Well, since he thought.