“You’ll find gloves, lube and Crisco in and to the left,” the man directed.That’s new, thought Magnus. But then again, he’d never been to th... SLM on the third Sunday of the month. He pulled a red bandana from his jacket pocket and stuffed it halfway into the back left pocket of his stone-washed jeans. He then handed the jacket over the counter with a wink and walked into the dimly lit dungeon wearing a tight black t-shirt. The red bandana wasn’t necessary. It was more of a nod to the old school. By hunching over as far as possible, it could minimise the extra pain, and quickly repeated the process on the other side.At last, the hood - the only part of the slave's punishment costume not designed to hurt it in some way, as far as it could see. Although tight, it slid on quite easily, immediately blocking out all sight, but causing only a moment's panic for the slave as two rubber plugs forced themselves into its nostrils, presumably intended to ensure the hood didn't interfere with its. I’m not sure how long it took, maybe about eight minutes, but in one desperate push he stiffened as Carol’s knees suddenly clamped like a vice around the man’s head and the guttural chant easily confirmed her orgasm. Watching this and realising that due to my age I knew I wouldn’t be able to reach my climax so I started to get myself back into some sort of order. I was a little shocked when the man stood, turned, and began picking up his clothes. The reason was quite simple because seeing. We even went a little further when he suggested I take my underwear off. Now I was naked! That was a turn on by itself. I laid back down (on a towel this time) and he started another back rub. He rubbed my ass and eventually reached under and played with my cock. I could not believe how totally different it felt from having a thin layer of cloth between his hand and my erection. The heat and smoothness of skin-to-skin contact can never be compared to even the sheerest of fabric.