The pressure. The pleasure. The man began to move his body closer alongside Joe's. Joe knew he was almost at the peak now. And the man moved on top of... Joe and Joe felt the weight on his chest and then the massage started again. Rubbing Joe's clit as their two pelvises met and moved against each other. Stroking between his legs along what had to be the lips of his vaginal opening. Joe's hips rose and fell as they moved with it. The intensity was almost too much. How much more could this body. ========================================================================It was just another day at the beach... or so I thought. My friends and Ihad already spent a good deal of the day jumping waves, playingvolleyball and throwing frisbees, and we were now combing the rockierpart of the upper beach looking for anything of interest to our curiosityand imagination.But nothing could have prepared me for what I found. It was a largeclosed clamshell, brilliant pearl white with an otherworldly sheen. This was a time of profound soul searching, I felt that it was a 'no win' situation, damned if I do, damned if I don't. Could I ever justify doing to others what Ian had done to me? My mind was in turmoil, ridden with guilt that I could even think of doing such a thing and yet driven by the compelling need for mind-blowing sex.There was no way that I could make such a big decision on my own, I needed to talk to someone, share the burden of making such a epic choice. But the awful truth was,. “Did I tell you to assume that position?” I fake-chided her, making her rethink trying to anticipate what was coming.I watched her back muscles flex as she tried to decide if she should stand back up or stay where she was. After a few seconds, I could tell that she had decided to follow through with her initial idea.“I’m sorry, Master. I thought...”“You’re not here to think, Bitch,” I laughed quietly as I interrupted her apology. I knew she’d take that as a playful jab at her. I was right. Her.