Emma asks if there is something extra that she should submit to on her spank day to help her remember and focus. At first, Donald hesitates, but then...suggests that perhaps having some nipple clips on for the day could help. Emma responds that yes, and occasionally the clit clamp, or plug also. So that is all settled. To start, it would be a weekly ritual, but as time passes, perhaps not as often.Then Emma brings up the second concern, “Donald, I need to understand your need since at the. I sucked in air through my teeth, determined not to cry out in pain. Shanthi kept pushing and the pain increased as her cock met my sphincter. Finally, she pushed through, and the rest of her slid easily inside me. The pain subsided."How does it feel?" she asked me."That's not so bad," I replied, relieved."Well, it's about to get worse," she said with a grin.Shanthi didn't spend any time making sweet, gentle love to me the way I did with Asha. She began plowing me almost immediately. I was. He looked down and I could see how he saw himself. It was ... bizarre. I could, on the one hand, feel only the touch of Tjen’s fingers to my temples. But I could also feel the silken fabric of the borrowed servant’s uniform that Oliver had slipped into. I could feel the tautness of it across his muscular chest, and the sleekness of his his shoes. I could feel the rumble of excitement in his belly, and taste a few half-coherent thoughts that flickered through his mind. I could smell the world. I had been seated for a couple of minutes, when the driver of the vehicle directly in front of me got out and slowly ambled in my direction. I could see that he was a man somewhere in his fifties, overweight and short. He arrived at my open window, and nonchalantly asked if I would like to go into the bushes for a wank! Wow! No small talk, straight down to business. I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment, but I replied, 'Sounds like fun. Sure.'I locked up my vehicle and followed the.