Okay, if that’s how she’s going to be I have to go further I thought to myself. The next day I went to this little sex shop and picked up an adjus...table cock-ring that could be tightened with the excess hanging out like a pair of bouncing antennae. They also acted like a clit tickler, or so the sales person told me, but it was the look I was really going for. I continued working out and walking around the house in the nude or with my pants slung low to show off my ever shrinking patch of pubic. I had been to quite a few Asian massage parlors so I knew the drill and anticipated the scene I knew was going to be played out once back in the room on the massage table. In the meantime I was enjoying her ministrations to heighten my desires. She was working things masterfully. And I was enjoying every minute! Soon she declared me clean and started rinsing my body. Once again she instructed me to turn over onto my face. Once I had done that she rinsed me head to toe and paid some special. The smile didn't reach her eyes, however. Those ice-blue eyes of hers watched me closely, minutely. She was tense, highly strung, and she almost seemed to vibrate as she sat opposite me in that room, ready to explode into movement at any moment.The room was divided by a clear bomb-proof Plexiglas partition. The table we sat at was divided by the glass, right down the middle. We could hear and see each other, but we couldn't touch or make physical contact with each other.'Took you long enough, '. He had watched as one after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had to be tested. Her endurance had to be monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy cheeks parted with dirty fingers, the soft pink of her anal opening provocative to the gaze of all. Her secret depths violated by long thick fingers. He had watched as they had licked at her buttocks, some savouring the taste of her juices and the.