"My name's Hoisington."He turned slowly back to me, as inexorably as a continental glacier scraping Canada off the map. "Close enough."I was afraid it...would be. The man was as pissy as a twelfth-hour diaper and certainly no more pleasant. Keeping my courage from scattering like children at recess took more effort than was required to lift the turret from a tank, or to hurl a space shuttle into orbit, or to keep a priest off an altar boy. "And what brings you here, Mister... ?" Collucci. I'm. Everyone has individual fuck sessions. I couldn’t tolerate the pressure and I took out my dick sand started shagging it right sitting on the bed, knowing that he may come to the room anytime. I just started shagging and he came in to the room shocked. I didn’t stop and my eyes were glued to the video. He was telling something but stopped telling as soon as he saw what was making me shag.He quietly stood there watching. I didn’t last long and I came so heavily like never before on the floor. He. “oh you read my mind” I exclaimed. And with that I touched, fondled her tits and pinched and licked your nipples, “ohh that feels fuckin good babe” she said. Then she noticed my hard cock poking through my shorts she giggled and I untied my shorts and slowly revealed my hard and meaty cock, “oh my god its soo big” and then she began to slowly stroke my cock, man did it feel great. First she was stroking slowly and gradually it got up to a fast stroking up to the point where it felt like I was. Its wrists were bound tightly together. Mistress and her three Domme friends took turns leading it back and forth nearly the full length of Folsom Street by a chain leash attached to its ball parachute. There it was frequently displayed, humiliated, and punished for the entertainment and amusement of the huge crowds. For two hours, it was exposed to videotaping and photography by Mistress' cameraman and by countless spectators.Soon after its arrival, it was well-spanked on its buttocks and.