His orgasm face made me smile a bit but when he was finished he was so embarrassed he turned away and quickly headed to his lawn mower.“Timmy, come ...n, let me get you out of those shorts.” I said as I walked towards him. He turned toward me in a submissive manner so I took my cue and started taking his shorts off and I knelt down to let him step out of them. His penis was inches from my face so I purposely let my mouth graze it as I got up.“Let me wash these for you and, why not give me your. .who could find that attractive, or that or...well that looks quite sexy..." She stopped looking at herself and slipped a foot into a shoe, pausing as she heard her phone beep, a smile spreading across her pale face, her dimples poking into her cheeks. She read the message,"Still want this?" Barely pausing to think she replied, "Yes, definitely. You?" Her cheeks blushed, wondering how she would cope if her said no. She had spent an hour this morning in the bath, a sharp razor in her hand,. “I finally get to put my hands on your sword!” I was taken aback by how heavy they truly are.The revelry was exactly how Tim had described it. It was what made life worth living. I confess that I imbibed with gusto. The king’s “special” candies also aided. My mood was light, euphoric, and wanton.Night had fallen and several of us were lounging around the bonfire. I was seated on the ground, between my lover’s legs, with my hands behind me. I was alternating between caressing his thighs and what. I took it in for only a moment before two of them replaced the ones at my own nipples, piercing them quickly and sending an excruciating mix of pain and pleasure shooting through my body. The petals wrapped around my tits, covering the entire thing and slowly kneading it. The needles began to heat up, the “other me” taking full control in order to prevent me from instinctively yanking at them.It was at once the worst pain I’d ever felt and the greatest pleasure since bonding with my c***dren..