..... ??? I'm covered inlittle specks of blood from the needles in my tits and pussy, but wave afterwave after wave of intense exquisite pleasure swee... through me, and I thank myfriend over and over again for hurting me in this way, for fulfilling such adeep desire of mine ? I can see her expression of slight bewilderment but moreof wonder as I continue to nod and pant heavily.?? I look in themirror again, and feel the joy of appearing in front of an audience in such adegrading way - the. I started stroking it and said “When a guy strokes his penis like this it’s called masturbation.” I finished stroking and started to pull up my pants when I was stopped by Michelle. “What did they mean by came so many feet? Can you explain but also show me?” “Its when a guy strokes himself enough and he releases a white liquid and I can show you but it might take a little while.” I started to stroke again and about five minutes later I came all over my chest. “That’s what is called cumming hun. "Wait here, and don't move."Nancy turned and walked out of the room. Tonya just stood and stared at the device; it was obvious that soon, she'd be imprisoned in it, bound and helpless.But what would happen to her while she was in it?She looked around the room; it was fairly small, but various nasty-looking equipment was everywhere. She was exhausted, nearly delirious, from her previous ordeal, but as she viewed the plethora of evil instruments, her fear brought her a new awareness. She. I felt like some sort of maid. As I'd predicted, this work took up so much of my time that I literally didn't have any time to interview - not that many people wanted to interview me. I figured though, that I would free up some time soon because I was getting more efficient at doing my duties. Unfortunately, as I improved, Stephie added more. For example, "doing laundry" soon meant more than just separating colors from whites and ramming them into the washer. Now I found myself hand-washing her.