When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. ‘I know you love to wear that G-stri...g.’ She said. ‘So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you’re done drying off.’I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole,. Much like my peeing I have no stream thanks to my 2 ; yes count them , two Prince Albert Piercings. I have to sit and wipe like a proper girl to pee. The setup for these milkings are not intended to be sexual and are much like an a****l being milked. Hooked up, locked in and it does or doesn't happen within a given time frame otherwise move on. It is therefore mechanical in nature, put on display to see the spectacal for her and others to enjoy my humiliation, shame and embarrassment. The. My penis had shriveled to a limp shrimp as I scurried to cover myself and gather my clothing. "Please, don't be angry. Don't tell my mom and dad." I was in panic mode. "I was curious and I thought I would..." my voice trailed off. No way I was talking myself out of this.She walked into the room while I still moved about, trying to put her dildo and vibrator away without cleaning them. "I can't be angry at you if you agree not to say anything either," she said, as she sauntered to the closet.. This left him with a dilemma. A part of him wanted to fuck her as hard as he could, but another part of him didn’t want to hurt her. He was proper worried that her tiny body couldn't handle more of this pounding. But he came to the conclusion that in the end, it was Lin that had to make the decision. He started pounding her as hard and fast he could.Johnny continued to pound Lin in a furious speed, impaling her body as hard as he dared for every brutal stroke. Still it seemed that the two las.