I then heard the hammer come down striking the primer cap of the 38 caliber shell in the cylinder. I had my eyes closed, resigned to meeting my maker ...nd just waiting for death to give me release from my torment. My torture was finally going to be over.Then I heard a deafening sound as the gunpowder in the cartridge exploded. I could hear the lead slug being forced out of its brass casing. I then heard the scraping sound of the lead slug boring its way down the rifled grooves of the pistol's. I held the boob and pushed from below so that the cleavage became evident. The mounds exposed from the blouse’s cut also increased. Within no time, our hands started to take the pace. She started to let out low moans of pleasure.We came closer, and my hand started to pain a bit. There was tension building inside around my crotch. Within no time, I was ready to come. “I am ready to come, Shoba,” I yelled in her ears. While constantly sucking the ear lobe. In few minutes, I blasted in her hands.I. She gasped and shouted out as she continued; it felt like she would grind my face off as she continued her climax. After a bit, she lifted up and rolled off me; when she spoke, she just said, ?damn?. I lay there with my mask askew and could see her chest rising and falling as she enjoyed her post-orgasm time. I observed her new nipple rings; they were small hoops the diameter of a dime. They appeared to be a bit thicker than the posts she had been initially pierced with. Her beautiful nipples. When she pulled the foreskin back the next time, there was some precum at the tip of my dick. She said "That is good. It is a sign that it is normal" and she continued. "How often do you masturbate?" she asked. "You can tell me. Anything you say will be a secret and it is important for the checkup" "Twice or thrice a week", I replied even though I used to do it more than three times a week. All the while, she was stroking the dick, pulling the foreskin back and forth but with a professional.