The fluorescent font and images at the entrance of this place was enough to keep my interest peeked. Sure, I have been to chat rooms before, but nothi...g quite like this. No. This was going to be very different. They required a log in name. Damnit. There was nothing that popped in my mind at first, but considered that what I was coming in for was to watch people showing off…right? I mean, what else do you call a couple chatting about sexual acts with one another for the purpose of having others. “Get a good night’s rest. I’ll come to you when you wake up.” With that, he pressed a soft kiss on my lips. Oh my god. The world stopped when his full, luscious lips met mine. It’s a good thing I’ve had way too much wine. I don’t think I would have been able to sleep otherwise. Instead, I fall into a deeply restorative sleep for the first time in months with dreams about Michael’s strong hands on my thighs. *** I wake up the next morning amongst a tangle of sheets and the ocean breeze blowing. ? "I ONCE HAD A MAN HANGING BY HIS BALLS WHILE I MILKED HIS COCK FOR AN HOUR UNTIL HE BEGGED FOR DEATH.? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT??"? THE TORTURESS SEEMS TO LIKE YOU"?she snarled in a wickedly cruel female voice.? She walked back to the cart to retrieve more items. While she did so, he began to again apologize and plead for forgiveness and pledging himself to their service for life if they'd release him.??Torturess Angela watched approvingly and cooed as Nicole wired the prisoner.. I was worried that it would not arrive before the magical romance day but it showed up at my Doreen's door right as promised the afternoon just before Valentine's Day.She called me on her phone and texted me a nice thank you message and a photo of the thing sitting on her bed with all her other small dolls and furry animals. I was just a little bit jealous because I had never been inside the "inner sanctum" myself because her parents frowned on male friends in her bedroom.My Doreen was a petite.