"So, do youwant to show me how this thing works?" "I'd bedelighted to!" the anonymous young man said. I became instantlyanxious and turned my head t...is way and that to hear what was going on. "Here, usethis," Josh said. Before I had achance to say anything, a ball gag was pressed into my mouth and secured inplace with a leather head strap. A moment later I heard the click of a switchbehind me and the sudden whir of a motor beneath me in the pedestal. The largedildo began to move; slowly at. We follow a schedule of daily tease and denial sessions – even if only by Skype – with fortnightly prostate milking. After a couple of months of anal stretching, I was able to fully fist him, which gave me complete control of his prostate. I began to realize that as the training progressed, his prostate was getting larger and larger. I did some research on the net and realized that the constant stimulation was drip-feeding cum into his prostate, so of course it was getting bigger every day. I. "Just give me a minute to think!" I said to both Bill and the witch.Rebecca laughed. "Heads or tails, it's not a hard decision... but giventhe severity of the outcome I will give you a moment to reflect on yourchoice." Her grin didn't help any. She knew there was no getting out ofthis spot, but still I tried to think of one...What did we do to piss off this powerful, and apparently testy, witch? Itprobably had something to do with the proposition that Bill had made justa few minutes ago. Bill. "Oh Ja-" she tried to say, as my hand reached forward and grabbed the front of her shirt, ripping it off her body. She stared at her bare torso for all of a second before realizing that she'd teased just a tiny bit to long and she started trying to get away. She ran out of the kitchen with me right on her heels, her shirt flapping as she ran and those perfect C cups bouncing just a bit as she struggled to stay ahead of me and find a way out. Through the house we went, knocking over furniture.