I'm not sure who created the term 'physical therapy.' It is more like physical torture. The sadistic woman that got hold of me was proof of that.Every...hing she did to me hurt like hell.After lunch, I was at the beginning of a set of 'Parallel Bars' bars on each side of me. My hands held my weight, as my legs shook beneath me. She told me to take a step. I was determined to show her.One step, and my knees collapsed. My hands slipped, and the bars caught me in my underarms. I screamed in pain.Her. They're playing Duke. Please behave."And basketball reclaims his attention. But, I got it for a few minutes, and still have a few more plays in my playbook. The toys are pretty fun so far and I definitely want to revisit the flogger later. Its tails felt like many erotic fingers massaging my body. Flick it though and it packs a bite. My nipple clamps are really doing their thing. The initial sting has dissipated, and the continual pinching sensation is quite pleasurable. My pussy is leaking a. The mental stimulation of the situation, combined with the physical stimulation on my body from the cocks and the shaking of my tits by the horses bouncing, overawed my senses.My legs, weakened by my orgasm, hardly supported me at all, and I bounced slightly on Max's back. The cocks thrust in and out of my holes in small but vicious stabs which quickly began dragging me upwards into another climax.A part of my mind which still functioned on a thinking level, realized that there was nobody. Then I told her I was going to ‘midnight mass’ at nine o’clock that evening.“Why so early?” she asked with a worried frown.“No,” I told her, laughing, “Back in the old days there was a Eucharist actually at midnight, but now it’s at nine, but it’s still called ‘midnight mass’.”“Oh,” she looked relieved, and I laughed at her expression at which she pouted prettily.“Can I come?” she asked.Of course she could, and we did, going as we were, though wrapped in overcoats against the cold, returning.