“It’s like getting kicked, isn’t it? Of course, I’ve only got the current at 6 and the dial goes up to 12, so this is just a hint of what you...��ll be experiencing later. “Pulse width is another thing, “Mistress Lucy continued. “At the low end, it can be tiny pin pricks of pain repeated endlessly. Mistress Lucy smiled as she saw Greg begin to experience the pain. “Pin pricks for your prick.”Greg felt the tingling, burning race of the current through his cock“But when I turn the juice up, the. "Ed, I said that when we got here, I would tell you what this was all about, so here it is. Not quite six months ago, you, Charley Wilson, and four friends murdered my husband and raped me repeatedly, then left me to die. Well, you can see that I didn't die. Tell me, do you remember me?"Ed thought for a minute and said, "Yeah, Bitch, I remember that. Ya wuz right nice ta fuck, and I'll do it again as soon as I git loose from these ropes. But, I'll kill ya afore I leave ya, this time." I thought. She drew up and got a haughty look. "We were being ironic."Fair enough. They'd gone as Marie Antoinette, the Tsarina Alexandra, and one of Henry the Eighth's ex-wives, I forget which one. All the moms manning the candy bowls had thought they were a gaggle of pretty princesses, when in fact they were a bunch of murdered queens.Thinking back on that gave me a smile, which she misinterpreted. "See! You think it'll be fun, too! I've got these light green tights that'll probably fit you. I'll go as. " "then tell me who owns you." "you own me lover. I'm your slave and only yours." "don't ever forget that." from there I continued to wear that pussy out. Before long we came together. With my cock still inside her pussy we got in the shower. In the shower I fucked Pamela under the warm water. "fill me up lover" she said as I shot load after load of cum inside her. I turned that pussy into a major cream pie. I carried Pamela to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. "I love it when you cum hard.