The soft wet contrast of his tongue teasing and dancing over the sensitive skin is contrasted by the roughness of his stubble. He lets his tongue trai...l over the soles and tops of my feet in languorous strokes and sucks softly on my toes one by one as I lay back and smile into his eyes. I moan as he begins to trace my calf with his lips progressing inevitably downwards to my core. I can feel myself opening and getting wet at the combined excitement of his touch and the promise of his coming. ...that went on for a few years, alternating in secret and hiding between the dong and shovel handle...until I started reading about fisting in those stories. It was described at a very realistic and extreme level, and the accompanying pics to the stories of tied up slaves receiving fists stuffed wrist deep into their cunts with the looks of pain on the receivers faces really got it going for me. Ever since I'd been wishing and dreaming, in secret, to have a brute manhandle my cunt with their. Joyce didn’t follow immediately. My guess was she wanted to fix herself. I was back on the parking lot before I heard the church door reopen. I was already getting in my truck when I heard her say, “Harry wait...”I shut my truck door; I nervously stuffed the key in the ignition, and turned it on. My windows were up, but I could hear her. She was calling my name. She looked stricken. ‘A little late for that, ‘ I thought. I put the truck in gear and backed out of my space. She’d reached the truck. It still makes you rebellious, and a real sissy doesn't have balls, has she?"I couldn't answer that still being heavily gagged."Nod if I have your attention!"I nodded."We are now going to take away some of your restraints, but if you speak where not supposed to or make any attempts at all to defy us we will take your balls anyway without any anaesthetic at all. Understand?"I nodded, this time a bit hesitant."Understand?" Mistress repeated.I nodded.The other two nurses approached me. One.