From time to time they would touch my arms, or place their hands on my legs. I could sense their warmth through the bed linen. It happened more than s... often that they would touch each other, too. “You like it?” one asked. “What do I like? The food, or your presence?” They giggled in a very refreshing way. “Both…..” Just imagining how much more I would like them after the lunch was over, I cleared my voice. “Wonderful.” They giggled again and continued running their hands over my body. They. ”“She’s done incredibly well. She sucked me to four orgasms this morning and gave Megan—that’s her trainer—another two when she was done with me. She’s had plenty of orgasms over the past month, but each and every one was accompanied by incredible pain either in the form of an electrical scrotal shock or extremely tight nipple clamps. We’ll start to taper down now so she won’t expect them so frequently, but she’ll still crave the pain that she associates so closely with pleasure. I think. Come now. Come for me, Konekochan.’ And you do — explosively. You scream. Your whole body convulses. I am driving you right through your orgasm — driving you to your next. My cock is sliding in and out of your ass — thrusting deep and hard. It feels wonderful to be taken and controlled. You are about to come again. ‘Daddy, may I please come now?’ My voice is warm and excited. ‘Good girl. Yes. Come now.’ It rises from your loins — from your ass and pussy. Luxurious now. So, so naughty. You. . The false phone call that lured me to an deserted town in an attempted assassination by someone in revenge for my actions as a CIA Agent long before I became human again... Every skinned knee, fever, heartache, black eye, broken date, every disappointment my children endured... Oh, but those memories were so outnumbered by the others. They filled my mind. Happy pictures of my children in school recitals and plays and church cantatas and choirs. The steps up from every level from kindergarten.