“Who’s a good slave?” she chuckled, pressing the wand between my shoulder blades. I screamed with surprise, and begged her to f**k me harder. She zapped me twice more.
“Who’s a dirty boy? You love being f****d up the arse, don’t you? Dirty boy!”
“Please!” I begged her.
“Oh yes, this is such a treat for you, isn’t it, sweetheart? Laura told me how much you love a c**k up your arse!”
In my mind I remembered how lovely Angie looked the previous night. That dress was amazing; and her eyes and hair were all so perfect. Her soft lips closing over mine, and the feel of her arms around me. I felt a familiar tension building in my balls. I’d felt this once before, and I welcomed it. As my climax peaked I felt hot spunk flowing out of my c**k. I began to weep with a mixture of frustration and sh
