Kevin started to moan with approval. I was so nervous but getting so horny at the same time. I started to play with his balls with one hand while th... other hand continued to jerk him off faster and faster. I put my head down on his stomach so the tip of his cock was staring me in the face. I wanted to get a good look at his cock. I then felt his hands on the back of my head. He was pushing my head toward his love tool. I first resisted slightly but he said "go ahead, suck it". Without. Johnson. “Okay if I use the room, Doc?” “Take as long as you need,” the doctor said. I washed my tears away and turned back to my Master as the Doctor left. “I’ll leave my prescription with the front desk.” He left. Master led me back over to the examination table. “Does your ass hurt, slut?” he asked me. I nodded. “Well, good,” he said. He told me to face the table. I did. He ran his hand down my body and rubbed my ass. “What is this?” he asked, patting the thermometer. I laughed and told. From this point, most of the action was to take place from the floor. Referring back for instructions on my phone. My god, it was hard to enter a password and re-navigate in the state I was in. My skirt rolled up around my hips, I gave my vibe a break from its work. Fingers delving deep. Raising my rear with anticipation, legs having a work out holding my lower half aloft in heels. Stomach tightening. Focusing on the moment. Rubbing. Tapping deep. Keeping the momentum. Freeing my breasts from. The look of distress on her face, her physical discomfort sent blood flowing to my member. It's not the inflicting of pain that causes my erection, it's her powerlessness. Having her at my mercy, beck and call. The v******e is merely a display of power. She squirms, she fidgets, she struggles until finally with a frustrated frown laments, "I don't think I like this." I strip off my clothes in clumsy haste and am on top of her. She struggles in anticipation of another tickling, but instead my.