Its wrists were bound tightly together. Mistress and her three Domme friends took turns leading it back and forth nearly the full length of Folsom Str...et by a chain leash attached to its ball parachute. There it was frequently displayed, humiliated, and punished for the entertainment and amusement of the huge crowds. For two hours, it was exposed to videotaping and photography by Mistress' cameraman and by countless spectators.Soon after its arrival, it was well-spanked on its buttocks and. . but she was able to handle that desire... to delay gratification in a way that made that gratification as gratifying as it was possible to be. Her control, and the knowledge that she wanted exactly what I wanted, and would still want it later, gave me the control necessary to retain my composure.So I asked her the questions. All of them. And she answered them, talking about how, once they were married and their sex life became more normalized, they worked toward the goal of children. That was. Joestrolled up to the first woman he saw, and, in the deepest voice he couldmuster, said, "Hey, what's up, beautiful?" I don't date dykes," the woman retorted. Joe blinked and moved away fromher. Joe was frazzled by the statement, and Desiree led him out of thestore and to her car. Joe started to hyperventilate as Desiree drove themto a more populated area. Joe looked at her and said, "There's no way I canpull this off. No one will ever believe that I'm really a man."Desiree wanted to say. I asked him, " Please fuck me. " He shook his head. But I lowered myself onto his hard cock. I felt him slide inside me. "Goddamn, you're tight" He muttered. I rode his dick, bouncing up and down on him gently. My tits bounced with ever stroke. I covered my tits with my hands and squeezed my nipples while he watched in pleasure. I got off him, and leaned back against the couch with my my legs spread wide apart. He stared. He wanted it. " Don't make me beg." I whispered. He slowly came to me. I.