My conscious mind wants exactly the opposite.My dream man once made a video of me being caned and I was so enthralled at how my buttocks shook and vib...ated with every strike. So much so, that one morning I sat up in bed and fingered myself to a wonderful orgasm just by watching the video. I was weeping with pleasure towards the end of it. Lucky for me I wasn’t caught out.I start to remember a woman from today’s session, the one that liked being spanked by her dream man before his thick cock was. Realizing what I witnessed was just a dark exploration of kinky sexuality and not a homicide or rape gave me great relief. “You OK over there? Mike whimsically inquired as he made it to his feet. “I don’t know, you OK over there?” I quizzed back. “Aw he’s alright, He’s had worse than that” Stephanie assured as she rose as well. I stood as well, feeling perplexed, aroused and somewhat frightened at the same time. She came to me and pressed her tits to mine and gave me a soft kiss on the corner. As we start chatting and getting along well, I reached and touched her arm. She didn’t flinch. More talking and I move in for a kiss. She happily opens her mouth and our tongues collide. I lean in and go deep for the kiss. She grabs my hand and puts it on one of her huge tits. At this point I’m fully erect. Almost hurts. She reaches down to grab a hold of my huge cock. (It’s pretty big ladies 9” fully erect. Women have told me I have a huge cock) as soon as she touches it she stopped kissing me. Finally, he came to his knees and then stood swaying, his body visible above the waist over the top edges of the box. Justin was, as Rebecca had predicted, absolutely filthy, his body covered with an evil-smelling brown slime to which stuck bits of dirty straw. He shifted his position, and his feet squelched in the sodden morass of urine-soaked straw and semi-liquid excrement he stood in. For several moments, he stood gazing about him, his strength increasing, and then he climbed falteringly.