The truth is that being shamed is nothing compared to being tortured. If acting like a slut would save me from more pain, I’d willingly play along. ...o as I wait helplessly in my ropes for the next man, I pray that whatever awaits me tonight will let me demean myself, rather than repeat the tortures of the afternoon.22 - SeventhI’m not even given until dark to be by myself, unmolested.As soon as the footage of Cara has finished the tall man comes to watch me again, and this time he’s not alone.. Shaking noticeably, his eyes kept flashing back to the six robed figures standing close to him. It was as if he wanted to be sure they were real and was terribly afraid they’d disappear when he glanced away.Or maybe, that they’d consume him if he weren’t watching diligently.The figures were passingly strange. They were all tall, each of them at least a head taller than the herald’s own five-foot, nine-inch frame. They each wore thin, pale, white robes with hoods pulled uniformly over their. Her fingers gripped my ass, spreading the cheeks. She began to suck onme. I was very close to coming, right then and there, when I felt Juliegrab my balls and squeeze them from behind."You have to last longer," Julie said.Ming continued to suck on my cock. I felt Julie behind me again. "Relax"she said as I felt her finger probing around my ass and then plunge in.I've had women before that liked to finger me, and Ming was sucking mycock with gusto. I said nothing and enjoyed the sensation of. Once Katy's milk had come in, Alistair made sure that Katy was being milked more or less around the clock, even when she was dry. The more milk Katy expressed, the more she would produce, the bigger her tits would grow, the more they would be painfully full, and the more reliant Katy would be on being milked to relieve that pressure and pain. She wasn't allowed to milk herself, of course - she always had to have someone else help her.Alistair reserved for himself the pleasure of tugging hard.