I sat near him and moved over to him a bit. My husband let me discuss the ‘Rules’ I had, and surprisingly I left a couple out that I had insisted ...n, but I was comfortable with him, he was as nervous as me I think. One of the things was kissing. My husband was ok with whatever I decided, although he had ‘VETO’ power at any time. I put my hand on the back of his neck and gently began to rub my fingers through his hair, after about 3 minutes of talking my husband vanished from the conversation.. Several years ago I had an accident that had cost me most of my fingets to the first knuckle. More mojo gone. Of course, this was not my current source of pain, but I couldn't tell her. Yeah, she is young, beautiful, sexy, but she is my friend. Though certainly not close enough to talk about my limp dick. Shit, no one is that close! And my fingers really did ache.Dani began a gentle massage of my left hand. Her strong, yet nimble, fingers working from the wrist towards the scarred nubs I once. I noticed no bodily fluids from him, and he didn’t exactly go limp afterwards, but he must have climaxed. He appeared spent but happy at the same, as if very pleased. Maybe, from the looks he gave me now, he was a bit self-conscious and unsure of himself again. Still sitting as I had been before, I started tugging on my own device. He looked on with what I discerned as interest, and didn’t look away. “Wanna feel it?”, I asked hopefully. With an acknowledging gesture of the head, he raised one. My tortured cock was on fire.She laughed. ?It’s all that useless tiny, little thing is good for, isn’t it slut??She ran her hand through the clamps, which was so unbelievably painful I could hardly breathe. It took a frozen moment to drag the air into my outraged lungs to shriek and sob.?By the time I’ve finished with you, young man, you’ll be begging me to just cut your teeny, tiny, pathetic little appendage off!?I wept bitterly. Ms Sarah is so mean?.she isn’t even my Mistress, but Mistress.