I sighed with relief as the heated, fragrant oil flowed over my trembling c**k. Then her gentle fingers wrapped around it. With a whimper of shame, she moved the grip of her small, consoling hand back and forth along the length of my c**k while her other hand fondled and caressed my balls.
Big d**k’s voice became hoarse with lust. “Not too fast, F-1066. Glide your hands over his c**k slowly—slo-o-o-w-ly. Prolong his pleasure. Make it last a long time.”
I moaned with delight, discovering how much more intense my s****l response was after the terrible pain of the whipping. A dark, depraved thought was born in my mind;
Why does pain exist? Why do we experience pain? Is there some profound, mystical secret here? Is bondage s*x, mixed with pain, the ultimate pleasure for men and women?
“Am
