That is what is so perfect about us sexually. I don’t need your penis to enjoy you sexually. I have those needs covered. The men that fuck me, I lov...e their cocks, but don’t love them as a person. They fulfill the needs of my pussy, not my heart. Just because I don’t love your penis, I love you and am in love with you. We don’t need your penis to enjoy each other.Like think back to before we bought your penis cage, you would always get so frustrated with yourself because you always cummed as. I pulled myself together. My employer was waiting for an answer. ‘I have reservations, of course I do. But the contract I signed had strict limits on what was filmed and where those recordings can go. I believe I can do what I promised to do.’ ‘Very well. Let’s meet the cast.’ +++ I was filming with two men, and if you like them muscled, mustached and macho, these were your guys. They were strutting around the set bare-chested, and I have to admit they were both serious hunks. I was suddenly. Gambling? Never got it, never understood the attraction. Drugs scare the hell out of me, I’ve only tried pot once or twice and the almost instant feeling of loss of control terrified me. I smoke a decent cigar a few times a week and I’m pretty sure if I started smoking cigarettes I’d be hooked but I wouldn’t be happy with what it did to my stamina…I like to bike ride…do it every morning. I’ve learned to understand the roots of my addiction and channel my energy in other directions. I would. I don’t think she even realised I had done it for a moment or two, and then she went into a squirming frenzy. After a minute or two she was still.I had my arms full of Diana. I stroked her hair.“Did she hurt you slave?”“Yes, Master.” She looked at me.“Oh my word, you’re going to have a shiner there,” I said, looking at her darkening eye.“There’s more.”She disengaged herself from my arms, and began to strip off, When she was naked she turned slowly round showing me the marks of the riding crop..