I *wanted* to cum. Every minute was another stroke afterwards. No. It seemed like hours. Master had such patience. But after a time, he seemed to hit ...n a location, a particular spot, that started to really stimulate me."Ah, that's the spot, is it?" I heard him say.Without even realising it, I started to lift myself on the huge dildo, gently fucking myself. And as I got closer and closer I rose higher, and faster. I must have looked pathetic, tied, helpless, but fucking myself on the huge. I mean, can you imagine me in low-riders and a midriff top? I’d just look like a careless pig. So I tend to overdress a little bit most of the time, so I can get to feel at least a bit attractive and in control.’ I talked about my life, such as it was, and what I did for work and for fun. It turned out we’d read a lot of the same stuff, we liked the same movies, neither of us could make heads or tails out of modern music. We made jokes about everybody, we flirted all over the place, and we were. There were about fifteen or so men there and she got used by all of them at least three times. Once for each hole and wanted more. Imiska was probably the most insateble whore I have ever known. I took her to a black bar one night not long after we got married and she walked in took off the shirt i had her wear and told the bar tender that any one that bought a drink got a free blow job and if he bought a friend a drink he could fuck her. She walked onto the dance floor and went to her knees. "Turning to look at William and Lucy, Ed said, "You are a lot like John in many ways. He was the smartest human being that I ever had the pleasure to know. I think that both of you are just a little smarter. Don't let that go to your head. Both of you do dumb things on occasion."John understood love better than anyone. John had no limits when it came to loving someone. He knew what people needed in order to grow into better people and he gave it without reservation. Don't get me wrong, but I.