One thing was clear, in those particular, anticipatory moments, the presence of guilt did not exist. I could only attribute its absence to the paddlin...g I had just received. I was eager for more.The beguiling Donna strapped me in on the far platform face-up. She had a switch that she flicked all over my body with the skill of a metronome. I was hyper-aroused, but I was unable to do anything more than squirm.She paused to frustrate me. It was clear she wanted me to beg, so I gave in and begged. "It's not you Adam, trust me. It's just; well... they can be a little over-whelming. I stopped bringing guys home years ago. You're liable to get the third-degree and God knows what else."Adam slid his own helmet on, obscuring most of his handsome face; I could still see his eyes though and they were laughing at me. "I think I can handle it, Lil. Can't be any worse than meeting Joe." He climbed on the bike and waited expectantly as I did the same before starting it up with a roar."You're just. I moan loudly with pleasure as I do. I look down and the sight of you taking to my dripping cock drive me crazy…again.Images of what I want and need to do to you flash through my head but soon subside to the pleasure of your mouth. I let you take control of my cock for a while. You take it in your hand again and frantically lick and suck at it, lapping up every drop of precum…then tracing a line down my shaft, to my balls. I moan loader feeling your tongue slide over every ridge on the way. Well, I didn't say anything and after a few seconds she came in anyway. Looking through the hole in the table for my face I could see her moving about. I am not a foot person but I did notice she was not only barefoot but also had very nicely taken care of feet. Her toenails were natural and her feet looked very clean as she moved about.Like every Chinese massage she started by placing a towel over the length of my body and stretching me from top to bottom. Then she folded the towel lengthwise.