I can barely move an inch in any direction. The pain fills me like water flooding from a fire hose. I scream and gasp but just cant drink it all in.... There is no choice though and the agony is so overwhelming it feels like I am exploding. She leans over and tells me the circuit has reached 50% power and I cry and scream with renewed vigor. Now she is really getting off on it, thrusting with violent force and spanking the button on my ass with all of her strength every tenth stroke or so. . Grabbing his head with one hand and his waist with the other I pulled him into a passionate kiss. Our tongues darted in and out and we moaned as we ground our hips into one another. I pulled back from the kiss and smiled, “Let me do it,” I suggested, continuing to unbutton his shirt. I finished my task and slowly slid the garment over his shoulders, sliding my calloused hands along his thick well-developed arms. “Beautiful, just beautiful.” I raised my hands back up to his shoulders and. She had asked to have him again and he’d been honored, gifting her with a beautiful silk kimono.Being a “vacation whore” had been a fairly short-lived, but interesting phase of her life. Her very first one was on a yacht in Puerto Rico. Besides parading around nude in the wintertime, she liked fucking on deck under sun or stars, especially when the yacht’s captain was also doing it. Her benefactor got more pleasure out of having her as arm candy at parties and offering her to guests than with. "I'm just so confused."Deborah said nothing but smiled gently."When 'that man' did those things to me he told me WE were doing wrong but it was HIM that was, wasn't it?" Yes, darling." But I didn't know that and he made me feel that everything down there was unclean and yucky. When I had a bath I'd always use a flannel so that my fingers wouldn't touch anything. And I'd always leave that until last so that the rest of my body was still clean and then I'd wash the flannel out in the basin. After.