I couldn't find them just by using their w-address despite my earlier writing that those addresses were like telephone numbers with the dimension bein... the area code; I couldn't just change the area code and use the same suffix to find each person. Likening w-addresses to telephone numbers was a simile rather than the reality, especially as w-addresses are more analog. I need to use simplifications to explain things to you because there's no language for the concepts I'm discovering. I had to. I could feel it resonate everywhere in my girly pleasure zone. I had to turn the setting up- just to know. “Oh Fuck” I yelped and I was loud, but then as I gasped and panted in pleasure I was quieter, I suppose. But I was beyond caring what I sounded like, it was too astonishingly good. The throb and pulse had me craving a deeper crooking push from the vibrator. I was fucking myself with the toy, while it fucked me. Ripple after ripple of divine pleasure. Staggering loads of pleasure. But by. A quick kiss on the lips, then I could hold back no longer. Our lips meet again, this time it was longer. My tongue pushed passed his lips and began exploring the inside of his mouth. At first he was tense, but soon I could feel him relax in my arms and his tongue began moving around with mine. I was truly the best kiss ever.After a minute or two, my body took over and I found my hand pushing his head down toward my shorts. It was just a gentle push and it was all the invitation he needed.. .yes!” she screamed as Master Wolf took a flogger in each hand and proceeded to rain down lashes from the many leather tails across Belinda’s exposed body, lashing her belly and the mound of her pussy, lashing her upturned breasts, tender and sensitive in the makeshift nipple clamps. The crowd were excited and began to chant, “Make her cum! Make her cum!” Belinda was breathing hard and fast, her body tight, each sinew straining, each nerve jangling. People in the crowd reached out and tried.