But just as he felt he couldn't wait any more, she stoppedagain. She turned once again and pulled out the panties from his mouth."Now, beg me. Beg me...to let you cum you little slut," she commanded."Please, please let me cum," he moaned."Louder," she said."Please, I can't stand it anymore. Let me cum," he said."Please let me cum, what?" she said, a little venom creeping into hervoice."What?" he said, confused and she slapped him hard."Please let me cum, Mistress," he blurted out."Goood," she. If I didn't complete one of Mr Jones' assignments, then he'd set it again, but also made me do a "practical" to make up, like 'How many inches can you cram in" or "How many push-ups can you do with your nuts taped to the ground". My nuts got special attention, he loved how smooth and bloated they were from the itching juice, and really liked seeing tears in my eyes from pain as he kneaded, jabbed and squeezed my dangling ballsac, or having it stretched wildly by the push ups, or even just a. Sitting in the bed, I move the warm covers over her body. To me, Kim is perfect. I just wonder what she see’s in me. I run my hand through my hair and pray she never leaves. But while Kim sleeps, I love to sit here, watching her. The moon, in it’s early morning phase, shines through the window over her thin frame. The thin white drapes focusing the beams onto Kim’s sleeping body. With each breath, the cotton linen moves. With each breath, my dreams scream to be released. But I sit. I watch. I. The thing none of us realized until later, was that the combination of compounds in the two mixtures, when use together, created a certain itch of a different kind. That's what complicated the whole problem, it was my son and I using the product and nobody knew what was going to be the outcome, or make that out-cum. Because the immediate effect of using both products on one's genitalia was to make a person extremely horny for about thirty minutes. I understands that sounds like science.