My Trip Into A New World (F/M, M/M, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Interracial) by husband2prtis, 47 M ============================================================================ I was reading the personals on Alt, when I came across this posting from the same city that I live in.
"Hello, we are a couple with strong sadistic tendencies. We are however very realistic and caring at the same time. What we are looking for is a submissive person that is craving for true depravity. When we say submissive, we mean truly unable to say the word NO or I CAN'T. If you have fantasies of being abused, used and tortured in a safe environment (well maybe the term safe is a stretch); you may be the person we are looking for. If this is you send us an email NO NUDE PHOTOS, however answer the following questionnaire truthfully and we may be in touch with you. No promises, however being truthful is important.
- Are you healthy? IE any health conditions that might be of concern to Extreme play. 2) are you married or in any relationship? If So we will be contacting your spouse to be sure you are being honest with them. (as stated truthfulness is important) 3) Describe yourself physically and emotionally. In detail. 4) Explain your fantasies of being submissive. 5) Tell us what you have done up to this time.
If you have this information done properly with No errors, then we may be in contact with you."
I do not know why, but this ad excited me. I wanted to be treated as a slave, but I am an early 40 male and every time I brought up my feelings in a relationship, it failed. The relationship that is. I was married for 23 years and she could not deal with my needs. The times that my ex wife would give in to my wants, it would be extremely boring and not exciting. Yet, I was still turned on by the stories and photos I would see on the internet. I was thinking, "Oh these people are probably not for real, but why not". So I sent a reply. Here is a copy of it.
" Hello my name is Jim. I read your post on Alt and would like to find out more. I am very healthy. No medical conditions that I know of. I am divorced and currently not in any relationship. My description physically is 5'10"
170 pounds, hairy as in all over. Hair is brown. Blue eyes. Two tattoos one on upper arm and another on forearm of other arm. Average endowment 6 to 7 inches. I am 43. My fantasy of being submissive is being allowed to serve in all ways and being abused. I often think of being bound and tortured for no other reason but the pleasure of another. My experiences are pretty lame, some light bondage with my ex-wife who was not into any kink at all. I had always been faithful so nothing else. Since my divorce three years ago, I have not really gotten into the dating scene becauseof all the fakeness in the bars. Anyways, thank you for reading this, and as I said, am interested finding out more. Thank you Jim" I also gave my phone number and email address
Three days later on Monday morning I got an email.
"Hello, Jim. My name is Amanda and my husbands name is Mark. We received your email from Alt. I will call you Monday night at 8:00 pm so be available. "
Work went by so slow that day, I was so looking forward to the phone call. My mind raced all day long. I of course was hard also. I got off work at 5pm and was home by 6. By 6:10 I had masturbated. Now I wasn't sure I wanted Amanda to call. I had been so excited all day, yet now that I had cum, my mind just was not there. I just did not understand how one minute my mind would race with sexual thoughts, then the next I just had no interest. I went about making dinner and just put the thoughts of the call on the back burner so to speak. At 8:00 Pm the phone rang. I picked the phone up from the cradle and said "Hello, this is Jim". A sweet voice answered back, "Hello, Jim, this is Amanda, Mark is here with me" and another voice "Hi Jim we have you on speaker phone".
Then Amanda added, "You are the one that sent us an Email from Alt, right?"
"Yes, that was me." I answered back. Then Mark said, "Then you understand why we are calling you, correct?" "Y-Yes" I stammered, not so sure now that reality was on the phone. "We would like to meet you personally and find out more about you and let you get to know us better" Amanda said, " would you be available Friday night?" "My calendar is entirely clear this weekend", now why did I say that? "Friday night would be great." I continued. " Do you have a pen and paper handy?" Mark asked me. "Yes, have them here" I responded. "Ok, here is our address, 743 North Lake View. Would 7 be good for you?" Mark asked. I said, "7 would be great, I look forward to meeting you both". "Jim I know we have not really exchange information about each other, but I am going ask you a personal question. Do you masturbate?"
Amanda asked. Totally caught off guard, I answered "Yes". "Thanks for being honest, now have you masturbated today?" she asked. Again I answered " Yes" "Alright, then, I am going to give you a command, it will be totally up to you to follow this command. I do not want you to masturbate until after we meet. Do you understand?", Amanda said with her voice giving a hint of sternness. "I understand" I answered. She then demanded, "Tell me exactly what you understand". "That, I am not to masturbate until after we meet on Friday" I meekly responded. Mark then laughingly said, "Trust me I know how you feel right now, but it will be worth it. See you on Friday". Amanda then said very seductively, "Jim you have a good night and we look forward to seeing you on Friday, so for now Good-bye and sweet or not sweet dreams" . All I could say was "Night, good-bye".
I heard the phone hang up and I just sat there for a moment wondering if the conversation had really occurred. Wow, I was going to meet them on Friday.
They had not told me anything about what was going to happen. Just that I was not to masturbate.
Why had she asked me that, and more importantly, why had I answered? I looked down at the address on the pad, and realized the conversation must have been real. I went to bed that night later and all I could think of was Amanda's voice telling me "I am going to give you a command". I became erect thinking of it. Yet, even though I was now hard, I knew I could not masturbate.
I went to sleep with Amanda's voice in my head. The rest of the work week seemed to drag on forever. But, Friday finally arrived. I had Google searched the address and knew exactly how to get to their house. It was located just out in the country. Close enough to commute, but far enough that houses were not right next to each other. I hurried home from work and took a quick shower and dressed. Not sure how to dress, I dressed business informal. Khaki pants, polo shirt, and leather deck shoes. I must say the drive was exciting, with the warm June air just right for comfort. I had brought along a bottle of red wine. Not really knowing anything about wine I had the girl at the wine and beer store pick it out. She said it was one of the better table wines. Whatever that meant. I did not know what to expect when I got there, and my stomach had a fluttery feeling as I drove down the winding road that was no where near a Lake as the name would have you believe. I realized that my hands were shaking a little.
Their house sat above the road back about 100 yards from the curb. The drive way led up to the right side and then widened in front of a two car garage.
With no cars visible I pulled up and parked in front of the right garage door. I felt my legs tremble ever so slightly as I walked the front door. I knocked and waited what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only about 15
seconds. The door opened and a man about 6 foot and probably 160 lbs with short hair said, "Hi, you must be Jim, I am Mark. Come on in." "Your timing is perfect, we are having dinner out on the back porch and it is just about ready". Jim was dress much the same as I, except his slacks and shirt were navy blue. "Come and meet the Mistress of the house", Mark said as he lead me through the house to the back porch. I was stunned when I saw Amanda. She was about 5'7" with beautiful straight black hair which gave away her Hispanic back ground. Her eyes were of the darkest orbs I think I had ever seen. She was Not skinny nor was she fat. I could tell as she walked to me with her hand out- stretched to shake, that she had strength. She was dressed in a simple black dress that showed her arms but not her shoulders and the dress came to just above her knees. But what was stunning was her black open toed heels. Her smile showed her teeth surrounded by soft lips. To say I was mesmerized was just the beginning. She took my hand and with a firm grip, not a forced one, she shook and said, "Hi Jim, glad you came, but first you must answer a question, and answer it honestly. Have you masturbated since we spoke last?" Talk about being taken by surprise, I forced my self to answer, "No I haven't" "Great, that is a great start. Now is that wine for us?" she said indicating the bottle that I had forgotten I had in my left hand. "Yes, it is just a table wine or that is what the girl at the store told me." I replied. "Mark, go get some wine glasses for the table " Amanda said. Mark answered "Right away, Mistress". "Come and sit, right now you are just a guest" Amanda said to me as she indicated a seat. Mark returned with the wine glasses and a bottle opener.
The table was already set with a salad in a bowl and the grill had wisps of
smoke coming out with smell of good meat. Mark poured the wine and then went around the table with the salad filling up the salad bowls. "How do you like your steak", Mark asked. I responded "Medium Well". "Great. Because my timing is off and Rare is already passed." he said as he opened the grill. With a pair of tongs he lifted each stake off the grill and placed onto a platter. Once again he made a trip around the table placing a steak on each plate placed there for that with a baked potato from a covered pot. I was so nervous I wondered if I could eat. "Jim, while we eat, I am going to give you some ground rules." Amanda began, making my stomach go even more topsy turvy. I nodded and she continued, "First off, while you are at my home you will refer to me as Mistress' at all times. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress" I answered. "Second, Mark is my slave and husband. You may use his name when you two are alone, but in my presence you will call him My Better', because until you prove other wise he is
your better. If you do become as good as him, then I will allow you call him something different. Your not eating." she indicated as she took a bite of salad. After swallowing she continued, "You responded to us, so I assume you understand that the terms used', abused' and tortured' were not put there by accident. And you will have all of these done to you when and how I want?". "Yes, Mistress I understand", I replied back. "For now, I am going to give you the right to call safeword'. What this means that if at anytime you want everything to stop all you have to say is safeword' . The normal words like No', Stop' or Quit' will have no meaning. So remember the word is safeword'. If you ever prove yourself, then I will even remove that privilege. Mark here is not allowed any safeword. For that reason, nobody is allowed to do anything to Mark without me being directly there. For Now though, you can call safeword. If and when you do, I will first ask you if you want all things to end, or just something that is going on at that time. There will be a punishment for the use of safeword though. I will be the one that decides the punishment. So do you understand the safeword' use?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress. I have read about it at Alt" , I answered back.
The meal continued with me net even tasting the food. Amanda continued telling me more about what she expected as far as being obeyed immediately.
And that service would not only be sexual, but in everything she demanded.
All to soon, the food was finished. Amanda also explained that one glass of wine was all that either My Better or myself were allowed.
"Ok, now that we are finished eating, I want you two to bring everything inside." Amanda said as she stood up and went into the house. Mark looked at me and chuckled. "You should see the look on your face. Are you sure you are up for this?"
Mark asked. "I am not sure, but I think this is what I want", I answered looking Mark My Better in the eyes. "Well lets hurry up and get everything into the Kitchen, then everything will begin." Mark said as he began clearing the table. I jumped in helping. In about four trips everything was cleared off the porch and the Mark had cleaned the table. As we came in the last time Amanda was at the patio door and closed drapes after we entered. " Slave, take this thing to your room and dress properly" she said to Mark. "Yes Mistress" he answered. I followed Mark without any other direction. We went to a room with just a dresser and a closet. Mark was taking off his clothes. "Strip naked, and hurry" he said. I knew what I was here for, so even though I was nervous, I quickly removed my clothes.
Mark directed me to fold them and put them into an empty drawer. I noticed Mark had something on his penis. "What is that you have on?" I asked. "Oh, this is a cb-3000. Mistress has me wear it most of the time", he answered as if it were as simple as a wrist watch. "Ok, now lets get back out there we have some chores to do. Just follow my lead, you will catch on soon." Mark said to me. Mark led the way, both of now naked. There was no hiding my erection now. Yet I still wished I could hide it. I knew what I was getting into, but now that it was becoming a reality I was feeling the humiliation of knowing Amanda would see me with an erection, and I did not know what her thoughts would be. Mark explained, "First we have to do the dishes and clean the Kitchen, and today is Friday so both bathrooms need to be cleaned. With two of us doing it, we should be finished in no time". As we cleaned the kitchen Mark would explain what Amanda would look for when she inspected. In about thirty minutes the Kitchen was done.
"Ok now to clean the bathrooms, after that we can ask Mistress if she wants
to inspect", Mark said. The bathrooms were smaller than the kitchen and by
necessity Mark and myself kept bumping into each other as we cleaned. I felt strange being this close to another naked man. This was not like the changing room at the gym. This was myself with a hard on, and another man with a penis chastity thing. I tried to will my hard on away, but it would not go. Anyways, we did first the one bathroom and then did the master bathroom. Wow, this is strange, I just met these people two hours ago for the first time and now I have helped clean three rooms naked. My stomach still had that fluttery feeling and my dick felt as if it wanted to explode.
Mark and I entered the living room where Amanda was reading a book. Mark knelt down right in front of her, so I did the same. I took the same position as Mark. On hands and knees with our foreheads touching the floor.
"Mistress, If you so desire, the kitchen and bathrooms have been prepared for you." Mark said aloud. "Very good, take that pathetic cock to the study room and get into the learning position" Amanda said as I heard her fold the book shut. Mark quickly got up as I followed suit. He led me to the far end of the hall way and opened a door with a set of stairs leading down.
Mark explained, "Mistress, calls this the study room because she says this is where she teaches me how to be a good slave. Everything in here I have made. I am a welder and have built this room over the years". This room was in every sense what one would expect to find in an ancient torture room except no lit brazier burning. Also there was this strange device in the center of the room. If I had to explain it, it would look like one of those gimbaled gyro scope toys with double rings in the center. "Here let me help you put the cuffs on, and then you can help me. They are tough to put on by yourself." Mark said as he brought a pair of leather cuffs from a table. Mark was an expert compared to me, as I tried to help him put his on. Then he handed me a pair of ankle cuffs. And directed me to put them on as he was doing to himself. " Come over here, I will put you in the standing rack", Mark said. The standing rack as he called it was a metal squared frame with wire ropes running through a series of pulleys. Inside of the there were snap hooks in the corners. There was a controller on the wall behind it. Mark pushed a button and the wire ropes came out of the corners with the snap hooks attached. "I built this, the controller can control the tension on the wire ropes. This knob here can go from 5 pounds of pull to a 150 pounds. The three big red buttons are safety releases. There is also a manual release at the hydraulic motors which will instantly release the pressure. Then I put in pressure relief safeties that if tripped drain the hydraulic system. I would like to say it is perfectly safe, however once you are in it you understand that you are never safe." He said as he ended with a laugh. He first connected my ankle cuffs, then my wrist cuffs.
Once that was done, he pushed a green button on the controller and the cables tightened leaving me with my legs being pulled apart and my arms up toward the top corners. "Just relax and let them pull you", he said and continuing "Now pull down and watch what happens". The cables came out letting me bring my arms down. As soon as I relaxed the cables pulled back in, leaving me once again stretched out. Mark continued to explain, "The leg cables will only go to forty pounds of pull, but he arm cables will go to 150 lbs each, which is enough to lift anybody not weighing more than 300 lbs. Trust me when I say, it quickly becomes painful though.
Normally this is where I would be after chores, but you are our guest so I will go straight to the milk maid". He went over to what looked like a circle followed with funny looking half tubes. He kneeled into the two furthest away from me, then took what appeared to be the other half of the tubes and placed them over the back of his legs. There were pins on small chains that he slid into aligning tubes like the pins on a door hinge. Except these pins were bent on one end and once in the bent part dropped into a slot. He then opened up the ring and place his neck into and closed it. There was a small pad lock there and without being able to see, he locked what I now recognized as a steel collar attached to the floor of what he called the milking maid. Then he put his left arm in a half tube like his legs were in. With some struggle he got the pins in. "I will have to wait for Mistress to put the pins in the last arm" he said. The "Milking Maid" as he called it basically had him on hands and elbows. Once the last arm tube was in place, there was no way he would be able to move. It was now that I had a moment to think about the situation I was in. Here I was stretched out, and for the moment In could pull my hands down, and undo the snaps. But what would happen when mistress came in? I was scared, very scared. But I still had a hard on. "Oh good, you knew exactly how I wanted you", Mistress said. Snapping me out of my thoughts. She immediately went over to Mark and placed the other half tube over his right arm. Then she came over to the controller for the standing rack and turned the knob. I could feel the cables tighten. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. Mistress then grabbed me by the face and with a sneer said, "Are you enjoying this you little cock slave?". I answered, "Yes Mistress".
"Well good, but first I have to milk my slave", she said. From what I had read online, milking sounded like masturbating. Was I in for a big surprise.
She went over to Mark and from the table where the cuffs were, she took a plate and placed it between Marks legs. She then took this handle looking thing that had a knob on one end and applied Vaseline on it. I could not see her putting into Mark's ass, but I could tell that was where it was going. There was nothing Mark could do. He could not move in any direction.
Then she explained, "The male prostate can be milked, however when it is milked, the male looses his semen, but does not have the chemical discharge that is associated with the loss of sexual desires right after. Right now I am applying a firm direct pressure onto this Slaves prostate. He knows to tighten certain muscles. Which will allow his semen to flow."
Sure enough, I could see drops of semen landing in the plate. I watched in both horror and amazement as more and more semen came out. It dawned on me that Mark still had on the chastity device. She said, that when a man cums
that he loses sexual desire? Does this mean that Mark is in a constant state of being horny? If so, how could he get an erection? While wearing that device. I have so many questions. I can only wonder if I will find out the answers. As I watched I was amazed at how much cum was coming out of Mark. Finally Amanda pulled out the handle looking thing from Mark. She picked up the plate and took to where His mouth was. Without saying a word, Mark began licking his semen from the plate. I was totally mesmerized by what was going on in front of me. Once the plate was clean, Amanda put it and the handle thing back on the table where it had come from. Amanda then turned towards me and said, "Now lets see how you are with a little pain. I must warn you, I do enjoy causing pain. It is what excites me. And Jim you are about to excite me". She went again over to the controller for the standing rack and slowly turned the knob until my toes were just touching the floor. Now whenever I tried to pull my arms down, my feet would spread and come off the floor. Amanda came over to me and in a low voice said, "I am going to be whipping you, being this is the first time I am going to give you a chance to tell me how much pain with a simple Pain scale with the number 1 meaning absolutely no pain to a 10 which means that you can not stand it. Do you understand what I have just said Slave?" I answered "Yes Mistress" "Very good slave. Now tell me where you are on the pain scale now." she demanded. "I am at about a 2 Mistress", I answered honestly, my arms were beginning to ache being held in this position. Taking a leather strap from a hook on the wall, she said aloud, "Well you will not stay that low for long." Stepping behind me she struck me across the buttocks.
Not hard, but with enough force that I would not ignore it. She followed up
with ten more strokes reducing the pause time between each successive stroke. She then took her hand and followed my skin from the middle of my back to the middle of the back of my leg. "Your skin is perfect for raising welts. I shall enjoy abusing you." she stated out to nobody in particular. " Slave where was that last stroke on the pain scale", she queried me. " Mistress that last stroke was a 2 on the pain scale", I answered. "Oh this is going to be fun. Would you like me to take it higher slave?" she asked. " Yes, Mistress. Please bring it higher." I answered. Without warning she began giving me stroke at the speed that she ended. However these strokes were noticeably harder. I could not stop myself, I began to struggle. Oh, that retched standing rack. I would pull hard and twist trying to escape only to be pulled taught again. Ever inch gained was immediately taken back by the machinery. This time the strokes went on longer. I lost count, and struggled to get away from them. Suddenly she stopped. She walked over to where Mark was and began hitting him. I could see her arms flexing as she brought each stroke down onto the helpless slave. Not all of her strokes were on his ass either. Some hit his lower back. Where all those nerves are bundled. I Know it was painful, just watching the strain on his body as he struggled to move. Unable to do so because of the ingenious evil Milk Maid created by his own hands. I watched his torment and envied him because of it. This beautiful Hispanic Mistress of cruelty that I had lucked upon. What is wrong with me, why do I feel this way. I could feel my penis stretched to a size it has never reached before. It seemed an eternity that she struck the poor wretched slave. Her husband. Her lover. Her cook.
Her maid. Whatever he was she showed no mercy upon him. I could hear his whimpers. Finally it ended. I saw Mark sag as much as the Milk Maid would allow. His tired clenched muscle unable to do so any longer. Mistress then began caressing her slave with her hand. I could tell her fingers were following the welts left behind by the edges of the strap. Mark's Body seemed to move towards his Mistress's hand. As a cat will push into stroking hand upon its fur. I do not know how long this went on, but as if in a trance, Mistress's voice broke me from my far away place that my mind had taken me by saying, "That is enough time in the standing rack, it is time for our new little toy to try a different position." She slowly moved to the control panel for the standing rack. My arms and hips attesting to the effectiveness of this modern rack. Turning the knob lowering the pressure slowly my body began to sag to the floor. I was unaware of how much the rack had taken from me. "Unclip those snap hooks from your cuffs, you stupid animal! We are not done with you yet." she demanded. Without thought, my hands began to move. It was hard to figure out how to undo the clips. My mind was in a haze of sensations. My shoulders and Hips did not want to move. My ass had a dying burning sensation that even though I should not want, I welcomed. Finally lying there on the ground in a heap, I got the first clip undone. Oh what success, still I did not yet want to be free. I was ordered to unclip these hooks, I must obey. Where in the hell did that thought come from? I noticed Mistress had returned to My Better and was removing the pins that held the Milking Maid together. From where I lay I could see his bulging chastity device.
It seemed that everything inside the plastic device was purple. It was obvious that his Penis, even though entrapped was attempting to burst its self from its prison. I finally completed my simple task of undoing the four hooks. I do not remember the last time I struggled so hard on a simple task. I could see Mistress now caressing Mark's head.
Mark finally rose up from the Milking Maid. Mistress then turned towards me and said, "Slave I am going to do something that I rarely ever do, I am going to give you a choice. You saw how I Milked this slave. As you can tell he is
still horny and in pain. The choice is simple, Would you like to be milked by me, or allowed to masturbate by your own hand? Before you answer I will let you know NOW, that in either case you will be eating your own semen tonight, or you will never be allowed in our house again.
Is that understood slave?" "Yes, Mistress I understand that I will be eating my own cum.", I answered while my mind travelled faster and further than
should be possible.
I had never tasted my own cum. I do remember my ex wife wanting me to eat her out right after I had cum. At the time the thought revolted me. But now the Idea was not near as un-appealing as it had been. I remember Mistress saying something about chemicals being released when a man cums, but not happening when milked. All of this traveling through my mind in an instant and I answered the other question Mistress had asked me. I answered in the same breath as used on the last answer, "I would like to be milked Mistress." was my eply. "Then into the Milking Maid you stupid slut! I do not have all night to be wasted on you!" she said louder than needed to heard.
I forced myself into moving. Moving towards the Milking Maid. Once there I knelt just as I had seen Mark My Better do. Both Mistress and Mark began putting the half tubes into place. Almost instantly I realized that this was one position that I would not be getting out of until, released by somebody else. My hands were forward of me, my neck in the immovable steel collar. I could arch my back up a small bit. But that was it. "Slave, I am going to warn you, if you have never had anal, the first time is not only going to be painful, but is going to show me how much you really want to be here." I heard Amanda/Mistress's voice say. Mistress then told Mark to go get a new plate to capture my semen in. He quickly did as told returning in moments. He placed the plate under my hard cock. At the same time I could feel something cool and wet being applied to my ass. Then I felt a hard pressure being applied to my ass hole.
It felt as if some- thing was tearing. I tried to move forward away from the pressure. But I could not. I was getting ready to scream, when all of a sudden it felt as if something had torn and the object were inside of me. My ass hurt, but nothing compared to that of the object going in. I did not even realize Mark was there until I heard his voice say, "You are going to feel pressure on your prostate, its hard to explain, it is almost as if you need to pee; yet different. When you feel that, tense your muscles as if you were giving your last spurt of cum after great sex." He continued talking to me saying, "It is not going to be over fast so just relax and let it happen." I felt a sensation, it is hard to explain. I still tried to relax as My Better was telling me. I felt still a different sensation. I tried pushing as if getting the last drop of cum out of me. Looking back as far as I could, I could see the plate between my legs and already there where drops falling. With My Betters urging I kept up the cycle of relaxing and clinching muscles. I could see my semen collecting down on the plate behind me. I had however lost my erection. I was confused I was horny as hell, I had a slow stream of semen coming out of me, but my Penis and shrank to smaller than if I had fallen into an ice covered lake. I could not see it, but I could feel it. Mistress behind
me, pushing gently then more harder and moving back to gently onto my Prostate. Never have I felt this sensation. I can not prove it, but I am sure I have never had as much semen come out of me as I saw on the plate between my legs.
Finally, I do not know how long or what transpired to end it, I heard Mistress say, "That is enough, I would not want our new slave to get a belly ache from eating his own semen." As she was talking she was pulling the object
from my ass. It hurt coming out, but not near as much as when it went in. I then felt her hand for the first time on my cock. Mistress gave my cock a squeeze starting by pushing up into my balls then pulling down. I felt each finger squeeze in a descending order. I realized as if pulling milk from a cows teat. Next the plate was before my face. I began licking and sucking my own semen from it. I could hear Mistress laughing and saying, "He will make great dishwasher, I am not sure, but I think his tongue is trying to remove the paint from the plate now. Mistress whispered something into My Better's ear and got up and left the room. Mark then said, "Ok lets get you out of here for now, you didn't do bad for the first time. Of course Mistress will probably not be so nice to you next time. She has ordered me to get you dressed and out the door. You are to await her call on Monday. She will then give you orders to spend the entire weekend next weekend with us. So make yourself available.
Oh and before I forget, Mistress says you are not to masturbate". I remember very little going home. My mind kept going around and around. How could I have lost so much semen, but I am just as horny as if I had not spent the best four hours of my sex life with a woman that I could only refer to as my Hispanic Mistress Amanda. I how I look forward to a phone call on Monday.
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