I take the end of the chop stick & start to work it in his urethra. He wiggles & grimaces under the the sensation. “Aww look, we got just under half... of it in there. If you were hung the way a man should be hung you could take more”, I laugh, loving his uncomfortable situation. Going over to the shelf I grab a polished marble statue. It's an abstract of a person a foot tall & a 3 inch diameter. It looks perversely phallic. It's become his favorite toy. I sit it on the chair & he knows exactly. .”“I thought you said you never did it before?” He suddenly looked embarrassed so I leaned in and touched our faces together, first at the nose then at the brow, “you mean you never ‘did it’ with, another person before, right?” His stare became more frightened, fear began to well up in his eyes. “You mean all you have ever done is beat your meat? Like this?”I suddenly started gripping my fists up and down on his shaft, pumping as hard and as fast as I could. He let out a yell again and this. He was an artist, but he was also a writer. He liked poetry and nature inspired him. So did Gin. She was his muse. Sex was her muse. It entertained him greatly. One thing he could say for certain, was she had plenty of opportunity for inspiration. It was getting dark. Gin was stretched out on a grassy bank near the shore. It was getting a little chilly out. He figured she would be ready to leave soon, but didn’t look like she was to that point quite yet. They had talked about having sex on the. As per our custom, the first woman to receive your thanks will be the one who succeeds in making you give up your seed under the cane, and give it up you will." The male's cock buzzed as he squirmed in excitement at the sultry redhead's words; he was in danger of coming already, and he relished being caned by her as she stood looking down on him with utter contempt, her dominant form framing the noose which hung behind her, awaiting his neck at her behest. He gasped and nearly disgraced himself.