Later on in the night Summer's Boyfriend and his friend Jason turned up the night was going very chill they sat they talked they laughed they drank . ...ummer turned to Jill stumbling a bit struggling to hold her wine and suggested they have a little girl talk.Summer sat me down with her arm around me trying to keep her head levelled with her shoulders asked me how much i knew about sex keeping in mind Summer was a total sex addict so i knew less than what she did i just shrugged my shoulders. I've seen it in some museums. They used to cut the skin off executed criminals, tan it, and use it for covering books." "Yuck!" I said . I shivered. Ellen handed the book back to Fred. He shook his head in disgust. He seemed to shiver too."Well, on that pleasant note, I'd better be on my way. I'm not sure I want the book now. Do you want it, John ?" It's not the thing I usually carry, but sure, for a conversation piece in the store. How much? Thirty bucks okay ?"Ellen shook her head at. 22 years of tugging, pulling, biting, streching, squeezing, sliding, kneading and applying vaccum sucks, with love and saliva, have come to an end, that Christmas. When I say I am dry I dont mean ‘On the Wagon’ or vaginaly dry, god no, I mean I have not pumped semen from a mans’ testes in over a year and that in my fertile mind is fucking awful. In truth my toy collection has increased by three, the latest a neat model from Lelo, a Swedish company, employs style, sleekness, angle and a. Master strikes me over and over again on my back, my buttocks and the back of each leg. My body is aching. My eyes are filling with tears and I watch them pool on the floor beneath me. Finally, Master whips my bottom ten more times, leaving long red stripes on my tender skin. The whip is dropped to the ground and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. It is over. Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against.