I kept on hungrily sucking at her clit for as long as I could reach it, listening to her moan and feeling her shudder through a long series of multipl... orgasms before she finally collapsed onto the bed. By now my cock was again rock hard, throbbing, soaking my panties with precum and aching for relief. After she had recovered for a few minutes she noticed my condition and playfully grabbed my hard shaft. "Daddy needs to get off, doesn't he?" "Ohhhhh... yes, Tra- I mean, Mistress, Daddy needs to. He’d only been away for a few minutes but it felt like a lifetime since I’d seen him. “I’ll just take her through to the back and give her a bit of advice.” The door behind us closed and Mick turned the lights on. “You bastard. You utter, utter bastard,” I hissed angrily, thrusting a dangerously-pointed red nail into Mick’s chest. “What’s the problem?” he asked, with a cheeky smirk. “You said you wanted to meet my colleagues and see where I worked,” “Not as a fucking suspect!” This time I. Myrelief was short lived as she held her hand in front of my face and showed me ahome made parachute. This device had a leather strap that went around thescrotum above the balls trapping them below. Three short chains hung from thecollar and joined below in a ring with an open hook. Any weight hung from thehood would be suspended below and pull down on my balls. Unlike the earlierspreader there was no strap over my cock, so the entire weight would hang on myballs. I didn't like this. I. 'Where am I?' I thought and in the air before me began appearing an image. A duel card. The Shadow Realm. I reached out, touched the image, and seemed to absorb the card's information at the touch.A dangerous place of mystic power. A place where souls can be banished and dark souls often linger for dark purposes. I had been here countless times before; the card showed me all of them in a flash of memory.'How did I get here?' was answered by the appearance of three cards – the Dark Magician,.