Every minute that my penis remained erect, (Or twitched for that matter) she commanded a slave to pull it tighter one notch at a time. I had no idea ...how many notches remained before the pressure of the device would cut off the blood supply to my balls-but I'd resigned myself to finding out.I generally have pretty good staying power but this-this was something altogether different. I'd always gotten a raging hard-on just thinking about my mistress. It took every bit of concentration that I. .. now she was not sure.The flight felt a lot longer than others she had taken with Mr. Lodge. He had spent a fair amount of time going over the details of the resort with her this time. It was the first time that she had noticed how nice he smelled. She also took note of his arms, they were toned and clearly showed muscle, but more like an athlete than a body builder.At one point she found herself watching his butt as he walked away, back to his seat. She could just tell it was muscular, and. I hang out with my friends, I get average grades and I date some. I'm a pretty popular guy. I don't have trouble getting dates. The girls are cute but they just don't interest me all that much. They are too self-conscious. They get all nervous when I try to make out with them. They don't know what they are doing but getting something is better than getting nothing.Right now, I'm in my last class of the day. I keep watching the clock hoping to get out of here. It's Friday. There is a party. Her head followed every move. Slipping between Katrina and the vending machine, Darrell moved to the other side of the kitchen, but she slowly followed him, drooling slightly. She was focused on the apple pie and nothing else. He thought for a moment, and then had an idea. ‘Katrina, what would you do for this apple pie?’ She remained silent but her lips moved, ‘Anything.’ ‘Would you show me your breasts?’ he said, flinching a bit, expecting to be clobbered. The woman reached up to her blouse.