Joe swung the flogger across her ass several times, with a few strikes between her legs by her exposed pussy. Robin was shaking her head as each hit s...ruck her pussy. Joe heard Robin’s breathing coming faster though the gag, she was close to cumming. Her hips were grinding on the pillow trying to find relief. Robin knew she could not orgasm without permission, Joe saw her struggle to hold it. Joe placed his hand between her spread leg‘s and pinched her clit hard, “Cum for your, Master, show. The milk was being forced from her tits so rapidly that she was thrashing and screaming. ‘MAKE IT STOP!! IT’S TOO HARD!! AAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!’ ‘Sssshhhhhh … just let it milk you. Feel the suction. Feel it massage those nipples. Let your medications work and you’re pussy will get all wet from all this …’ Damian watched her tits turn red, then almost a blue. He was pulling hickey-like bruises with the machine and he didn’t even care. When he finally flipped off the switch, Dinah’s body slumped down. Priya and I were bed partners for last 2 years. Priya was a divorcee with a daughter, she used to work as a manager in a mall in Kolkata, & we had met through our respective jobs. Our chemistry had instantly clicked when we had met. Initially, friends then bed partners wherein we both were satisfying each other to the fullest, without having any strings. I am 6 ft tall with the 7 inch tool, Priya was in her mid forty’s with a stats of 38-26-36. It was on a Sunday evening when Priya invited me. He was 40 when he returned, sick in body and soul, weakened, his faith shredded. His spirit was wounded. So many men had fallen. Some died in his arms. He tended their souls but dared not be their friends. He ran empty of tears weeping for the agony of his friends; too many friends were maimed, killed, lost.It seemed that the very best among them were chosen to die: husbands and fathers, artists, teachers, craftsmen, students, all were taken by the scythe of war. They ended their days as cold,.