Was it worth it? Was the joy and bliss of s*x with this skilled artisan of c**k-craft worth the pain that was sure to afflict me in the horrible ordeals of the punishment chambers? I gazed at her nakedness, the sway and bounce of her womanly breasts as her arms moved her magic hands. The gentle swell of her velvet-skinned belly, the lush tangle of her p***y hair, already glistening with her juices. The pungent fragrance of her s*x excited every nerve in me.
“UH-H-H-H!” I moaned, trapped in a whirl of sensation. My feeble willpower beat futilely against the sweet caresses of the second woman’s warm breasts sliding across my face, and the iron determination of Frieda’s s****l genius. I made a pretense of struggling on against the inevitable. Damn the punishment. I wanted to feel my c*m spur
