I say, “Well, it looks like you girls have practice taking off clothes. Would you like to take my clothes off now? You can both do...it together, okay girls?” They both, in their nakedness, agree. “But where should we start?”, says Rachel. I say, “Well, maybe start by taking off my shoes and socks. That way my pants will come off easier.” They both giggle, and I sit down. They both each take a shoe, and untie. It was hard enough now to take out of her mouth and run her lips and teeth down the full length to the root and then on to the massive ball sack. She was sucking great chunks of the shaft in by her teeth. There were more marks on it now than ever before.She was in a frenzy, he would jerk, flinch, shove, squirm, hiss, growl, squirt pre-cum into her hair, dance on one leg. He was getting so close, you could see the situation and Terry’s attention was really getting to him. He was cuming. . Make me whole. My heart aches for it. My broken body yearns for it. Gnarled fingers grasped the key and wound the spring. Hunched shoulders tightened. In the polished metal of the casing, my face - a study in deformation - glared back demonically, the physical effort twisting my mouth, baring my buckled teeth, my slobbering tongue. Bulging eyes completed the grotesque mask. In disgust, I turned away, screwed down my eyelids, while continuing to rhythmically empower the perfection I had created,. I needed you, Master.” “I don't care what you thought you needed. You know better, now be silent. I am going to go shower, when I return I'll have a punishment ready... Go to your corner, kneel and wait for me.” Master has selected a corner in our bedroom for me to go to when I was punished. I have only ever had to kneel there twice before. I’m required to kneel facing the wall, on my knees, hands behind my back. As I go into my corner I can hear the shower start in the bathroom. My mind.