I made a special tub just for that, but I incorporated some ideas I got from John Lilly, too, Remember, I talked about him, and his sensory deprivatio...n experiments?" I had something else on my mind. I hadn't talked to Ida about the other part of me. the part that needs to be humiliated, tied up and peed on, sometimes, to get the intense kind of orgasm I craved. It was 1965. Nobody talked about stuff like this.Ida said: Baby, you can talk to me about anything. You ate my puss and I did you,. He had claimed the last inch of her flesh unused.Now she heard him walking behind her. She could hear each footfall with such clarity, such power. She swore she could feel it vibrating through her. Her mind raced, she dreamed of what decadent things he would do to her next. How would he use her next?She had sucked his cock eagerly, had been fucked, fingered, had cum for him again and again, had yield her ass to him. What was left? Her hair was wet with sweat and cum, her fishnet body stocking. I felt my hot cum pool inside her, our combined orgasms making her slick as fuck, though she stayed tight as a vice.“J-Jack,” she stuttered.“I love when you say my name,” I panted, slowing at last.I felt her smile against my neck. “Jack,” she repeated with ecstasy.I put my mouth on hers, kissing her long after our rhythm finally ceased. After giving my final draft a third read-through, I sat back, lacing my fingers behind my head. I took a good breath for the first time in… well, eighteen. When I got in the room I immediately noticed her. Her black hair and amazingly blue eyes. She had a curvy body not to thin and not to thick, perfect! She was wearing more make up than usual, like she personally set out to seduce me. She was wearing red lipstick with a white top, unbuttoned to show a unusual and amazing amount of cleavage. Also, a tight black short skirt, black stockings and red shoes. She looked stunning! As I entered the room she was sat on a chair and patted her hand on the.