He fumbled with the clamps of the mechanical fucker and got it dismounted and hauled away. He brought back the electrocutor and hooked me up with jerk..., uncertain motions. I guessed he didn't get many requests from his victims; and certainly not for the one device that delivered the greatest amount of pain; but more important to me, the greatest amount of stimulation. I suppose I could have asked to fuck the branding iron, but that was looking less and less like a fun thing as the day wore on.. Like there was this interracial couple that wanted me to watch them have sex one day.(More liked I inquired about it.) It was my first voyeur experience (definitely didn’t to touch, being married and all) and was really excited. I thought I could control myself-I would let myself get hard but wouldn’t stroke it; at least, that’s what I tried to do.But the guy, he was an old wrinkly, white guy with a small peter, and his wife was a beautiful, smooth black girl with a thick ass and toned legs.. One was Russian,living in London, with a taste for the unusual in his sex life. Two wereSaudi Arabian, one was Italian, one was Lebanese and the remainder wereUK citizens. Five were married and living with their wives. Two wereopenly gay. None had been with Vickers in the three days before 26thApril. It was assumed that to be the day of the murder, because there hadbeen no outgoing phone traffic on 27th.Whilst all of the nine were ideal suspects for the murder, all of themhad cast iron alibis.. The sensation of the cool leather against her warm skin filled Marsha with a desire she'd never known. "Now you unhook my bra," Jaz whispered in Marsha's ear.Fingers trembling with desire, Marsha unhooked the leather garment and placed it on the floor. Jaz's breasts were much fuller than her own, but just as firm as they did not drop. Remembering how Jaz had caressed her breasts, she now did the same to hers. Jaz issued a small moan as Marsha's small hands ran over her breasts and nipples..