“Yes, Master, I do.”
Which sounded even worse. Indian porn sex I need to stop here and let you know what my first impression of the room was when Waldo revealed it to me earlier: black leather, chrome, and chains. And how could the damn thing do all of this shit? The noise of the surf and the people on the beach faded and fell silent as the widow closed, leaving me in a church-like silence. She just wanted to come visit was her only caveat. It poked me just enough to make me wince and draw blood before it drove on into me, burying itself to the hilt in my belly. Yeah, that’d show Waldo! I’ll touch the doorknob!
Standing there in my bare feet and just the terry robe I suddenly felt ridiculous. I was living it over again. My belly was satisfied with the lingering warmth of both the spurting come and my sexual supernova. God, oh good God, it didn’t stop! I hung there catching my breath while I swam about in a sea of pain. The shocks came in a rapid-fire staccato of zips and zaps and I was helpless to do anything to stop it, all I could do was scream.
I screamed again when it stopped because I knew that
