.”“I can give you a massage! Would you like that? Remember when I used to do that for you when I was younger? You’d be working out for football,...and sometimes you’d get really sore muscles, and I’d rub you. I can rub you again if you’d like, I wouldn’t mind. I’d like to do that for you, JJ,” she offered with enthusiastic sincerity.“Yeah, I forgot all about that, Peanut! You know what? There is no way in hell that I could turn down a massage! Will you use oil?” I said with a grin a mile. He hit a nerve, how can he say that, after what these people did to my family. I gave him a look of daggers.I ran into my room, changing into my jogging gear. I steamed out, nearly knocked over Father Petrou. Dodging him, I sprinted out of the churchyard onto the street. I could hear him call my name, as his voice faded away.I sprinted towards Alexandra Palace. The distance was two kilometres, a warm-up for me, even with its steep ascent. That is when you are jogging. If you are sprinting up. This, of course, was what she had intended and, with a quiet word of ‘Now, OK, honey?’ (which I managed to acknowledge with a nod), she pressed the strap-on firmly into my vagina, splitting through the hymen in one clean firm thrust of her pelvis. It was like a small stab of pain, a brief tearing sensation, and I gave a bit of a yelp – but it was gone so swiftly, leaving just a residual soreness. I was distracted from thinking about that any further by the new sensations coming from the dildo. After that she tied it’s other hand to the handle above the car door, so that my butt is in the air. That condition start stretching my balls badly and I start feeling that whole body weight is on my balls. Mistress then produces two crocodile clamps and put them on my nipples. At the end of the clamps there is the rope tied to them. She stretches them over my head and tied them tightly to the other handle of the other door. It is so tight that if I twist or jump or pull myself against them,.