This is a field session, out of the clinical environment with the open possibility of actualizing your fantasies.We began at a department store, selec...ing a casual wardrobe. I choose your clothes: a sheer purple corset, a bright yellow tank top with a silk screened black skull and Gothic text with the challenge, "Punks get off on abuse." It goes well with your faded loose jeans and we add a studded leather belt that rides on your hips and reveals the top of the crack in your butt to complete. ‘You said…more you relax, better you feel…’ Tap. ‘More you relax…more you want to relax…’ Tap. ‘More you want to relax…sleepier you get…’ Tap. It wasn’t just her eyes now, or the gun. Everything felt heavy. Her arms, her legs, her head, like gravity was pressing down on her with more intensity every second. She couldn’t stop the overheard conversation playing itself out in her head, but her jaw felt too slack and her mind felt too sleepy to do more than recite a few key words. ‘Sleepy,’ she. ’John’s statement was just an excuse for using the crop.The sting across her bottom had caught Kimberley totally unawares. As a result her whole body had leap forward with a violent jerk and she let out a gasp, loud enough to be clearly heard over the music. The gasp was not caused by the sting to her bottom. It was Kimberley fighting to remain in control of two other aspects of her body, both centred in her groin area. The sudden motion had an equally sudden effect on the balls and her. At first I thought they would try and wring one more orgasm out of my poor cock, but I was very mistaken.“Before we let you go Karl, we have to help you out with something. You see, the problem is, that your cock is too small. Let’s face it, your dick is only half the size of mine, and that’s just not fair to your girlfriend. So we have a little device that will make your problem go away. Ready?”Now I was truly scared. They had already fucked both my holes over and over.