'When she recalls that when she worked as a nurse's aid in nursing homes they would calm older men with a hand release, especially those who were mone...-generating private-pay residents. She then retracts her hand, opens the partition, and asks a passing nurse, “How is the doctor doing?”The nurse answers, “He is still way behind.”The young nurse turns and goes to the cabinet next to the bed. She obtains some baby oil and applies it liberally to her hands and rubs her hands together. She then. My mouth was suddenly dry. “Okay,” I croaked, my heart racing. “But I’ll need all your clothes off this time.”Her face lit up. She jumped out of her seat, and within a couple of seconds she’d stripped off her dress and bra. Her little nipples had already peaked with excitement, standing pink and proud, the areolas stiff with goosebumps.I stripped off my t-shirt and stood naked in front of her. She watched my cock nervously, its veins bulging, twitching with anticipation of her soft girl-flesh.. My sucking had become somewhat automatic, if there can be such a thing, and my jaw was aching a little when I became intimately conscious of Mr Masters slipping a finger into my rectum. I gasped in a shocked but willing kind of way, cute but devilishly slutty. His head squeezed between my thighs and as we all adjusted our positions to accommodate him, he began sucking on my balls as his finger probed my bum. I wanted him to suck my cock so badly, I needed to cum. My mouth was pasted with. Memory might have failed me now and then, but the storyline remains the same. It's not so much about the sex, it's more the psychological part of BDSM, the "Mind Game" and to be more exact, how i experienced getting introduced to BDSM. Remember the Leatherparty's COC Amsterdam ?It was quite a few years ago, i was quite a brat then, those where the day's of my first bold steps in the world of BDSM, Leather and Kink. I just had it with the gayscene, and as said in my profile, was (and am) always.