I have never allowed myself to ever fully lose control in the bedroom and enjoy the pleasures of sex. I am so busy performing and being the perfect 'P...rnstar' that I never really enjoyed what they did to me. I have however faked orgasms to the point of being an 'Oscar Award' winning performer. Every single one of those poor guys believed beyond a doubt that he was 'The Best' I would ever have. That just proved how convincing my performances were, and that was the whole point. Them losing all. She came beside me and with out uttering single word she removed her t shirt and said i need sexual pleasure will you give it to me as a callboy krishna.Yah of course you are not feeling bad about me. No you are a good guy and i know you from childhood you have some problems i have some problems so lets forget this &start the game not caromsTill now she is standing with her bra & i am getting aroused & told her to lets go to bed room & i lifted her &took to bed room and started her kissing her. April opened the door as I stepped on the porch. She was wearing a mini skirt, and a loose, tie dyed tank top that was a couple of sizes too large. It was clear she didn't have a bra on. She told me Andrea was in the back yard trying to keep the charcoal lit, as I followed her through the house admiring her legs. Andrea was coughing in the smoke from the grill. I offered to take over. Andrea gladly stepped away, giving me a quick hug. I stood to one side of the smoky grill and watched Andrea go. He played with the clothespins on my balls and shaft, which momentarily distracted me from the overwhelming pain at the tip of my cock. Out of nowhere another peg bit into my cockhead. I was spinning in pain. He continued across the head of my cock and I lost count of how many he put on. I was writhing in torment. He flicked all the clothespins across my cock and balls and on my body. He shook my cock and the clothespins on my cock head danced around, causing immense pain. I thought about.