I headed into the kitchen to start making an early dinner and he followed me. I headed over to the sink to wash my hands. I could feel him standing ...ehind me, watching me. What was he thinking? "So...last night..." Joaquin started speaking slowly, trying to find his next words. It made me melt just hearing the way the words sounded with his sexy Spanish accent. I turned my head slightly, and saw him walking up behind me. "Are you ok with everything? You didn't have any second thoughts. This was dangerous in the extreme but I begged her to continue until finally she thrust a large needle through the centre of both testicles skewering them together. I nearly fainted with the pain and excitement.We had now reached a new level,mere beatings would no longer be enough and although our activities had now become possibly life threatening it was impossible for her to stop. As her slave I had no control over the situation and as I desperately wanted to achieve deeper and deeper levels. .. er crap out of people, but that’s not how I see God. So I preach how I think He wants me to, and pray that I reach at least one person a week.”He was scruffy, his Bible falling apart. Apparently preaching the word of God on the streets doesn’t pay as well as juggling. He was very frank when he talked about his life. “I was a fool, living in the corporate world and chasing money and success, placing it above everything, family, health, integrity. I’d cut the throat of the best friend I ever. " *closing my eyes and feeling the warmth of your breath on my skin*.Checking the page from 'the bible' he continues, "The moon on your long blond hair, the blue of your eyes...the beauty of this place pales next to them." *Running my hands through your lovely hair I gently pull you close again. Sliding the silky robe from your shoulders and down off of your sweet breasts, letting it fall to the floor*. "I am always impressed by your lovely body, each time I see you I can't believe that someone.