Mentally think about the muscles you would contract if you were using #2, and squeeze those muscles as tight as you can. d. do nothing, and try to rel...x (this takes longer, but leads to substantially longer involuntary contractions) I usually begin doing ‘d’ after I’ve had a couple using a combination of a – c. Sometimes the angle makes a difference. If you are not feeling what I’m describing, put a pillow underneath your butt, or try different depths. Nota Bena: As long as you do not touch. ”“Give me the next one.” “Fistina Giteren, reported missing summer of eight-twenty-seven, returned from The Great Forest in the spring of eight-twenty-eight, died of childbirth winter of eight-twenty-nine.”“Give me the next one.”“Jalrara Bickterno, ran off to the Great Forest in nine-forty-five, found sixteen years later after a raid on the Dractali orc tribe. Appeared not to be a captive, wept over the corpse of her ‘orc husband.’” Glendian’s voice began to shake, “A mummified corpse was found. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Chris asked. I looked at the building. The last building I would ever see. I closed my eyes and thought, trying to balance the love I had of my life with Chris against the regret I would feel if my ultimate fantasy went unfulfilled. My answer was clear "I do. I am prepared for the pain, I want the pain. I want to be your meal". "Well there'll be plenty of pain involved" Chris smirked. Let's go inside".A chill ran down my spine as we went inside. As the aftershocks came one by one I lowered myself to him, trapping my wife’s hand between our bodies. She waited patiently. As soon my shuddering stopped she pulled me up, creating a space between Tom’s body and mine. When it was big enough she threw a leg over Tom’s torso, grabbed his cock, put the tip of it into her cunt and slowly lowered herself until she had totally engulfed him. “Oh, God, YESSSS,” he cried, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her close enough to lick the tips of.