.. swish... crack! Ouch. Crack! Crack! OK, this was more intense. But the feeling of a flogger is dispersed... so the ouch is spread around, each stra...d adding to the whole.I admit, I was not really *enjoying* this. I don't like pain, as such. But at least it wasn't agony. To be honest, the nipple clamps were still way more painful. "Like a try, honey?" she asked? I was confused again. Oh. She was asking the other person."Sure, babe," I heard in reply. And then maybe... a kiss? Crack! Ow! The. Pandhara parkar ani nilya colur cha ghatta blouse ghatlela. Kakuncha bandha ekdum sudaul ani bhakkam hota. Blouse ekdumach ghatta baslela tyanchya sharirala.Don bhale mothe unchavte pudhe aalele. Blouse ani parkar yanchyamadhle ughde pot ani bembi mala spashta disat hoti. Thodese pot sutlele hote pan ekdum gore gore paan disat hote. Kakunchi sadi ghadi karun zaali, Tyanni ti bag madhe thevli ani direct blouse chi buttons kadhayla suruvat keli. Maze dolyachi papni lavte na lavte toch tyancha. Extracting myself without waking him was going to be a challenge. I listened to his regular breathing and tried to decide if he was awake."Good morning," he said sleepily into my ear.I raised my head and looked into his smiling eyes. "I don't usually climb all over men I barely know," I assured him."Extenuating circumstances," he agreed. "But that might not save you if you move like that again. I'm a gentleman, not a saint." He trailed his fingers down the back of my leg, sending electric. I said I would try it. So he tells me to sit down and he jerked off into his hand and rubbed it over my forehead, cheeks , over my lips. Then he said it might be easier next time to rub it over my face with his dick because his dick is smoother and he could "pin point" spots. I knew he was lying but I wanted to feel his dick on my face ! The next day we stroked and looked at his magazines and he looked from the side of his eyes and would see me staring at his dick. He knew I wanted it and he.