She held onto his hips, cock embedded in him as he flailed, coming down from somewhere he’d never been to before.He was crying.Still inside him, she...rolled them both onto their sides and spooned him. She made soothing, comforting noises and stroked his hair.Gradually, his panting subsided; his breathing returned to something close to normal.Time started again.“How are you?” she breathed.It took him a few moments to form his reply.“That was—incredible!” he murmured. “I would never have believed. Theplug was well-designed, and it put pressure on all the right places. His peniscame back to life as she unbuckled the straps holding him down. She led himover to a padded massage bench, with a hole at one end for the face, strategicallyplaced for the client to lie face down. This bench had a difference though,in that there was another hole for the client's genitals to hang though. Hisblindfold was removed, but the earplugs were not, and she strapped him facedown onto the bench, clipping the. She gave me the best blowjob I ever had, after a while she stopped and started stroking my cock really fast, then slow, then fast again. All this time she was looking at me with a seductive look, but also kind of an evil grin…”So baby, you said you like surprises huh?” I just nodded in excitement. “Okay she said, you have two choices, you can leave now or live up to your word as I show you a whole new world which I promise you’ll like very much.” I didn’t hesitate; I didn’t care what she had. “Lovely, isn’t she, Mason?” Sir Alan asked.“She is, Alan, very lovely,” Mason agreed.“We appear to be in concourse, my boy. So, now that we have an understanding, do tell me about yourself.”“Do you want me to tell you from the beginning, or work my way back from this point here?” Mason smiled.“Why not in reverse? I am more interested in who you are now rather than your youth.”“OK. You know I was recently divorced?” Mason noted Sir Alan’s nod, and continued. “I know I was naive. I started out.