Too goodHim: I also love to see squirtMe: Sometimes you swallow? I don'tHim: I did onceHim: Without expecting itMe: Lol :better be careful, especially... when it's a strangerMe: I do not have any regular partner, I frequent a small wood near my homeMe: So no question of swallowingHim: OkHim: Oh actually I did not swallow, I spatMe: Yes, it's betterHim: YesMe: You watch videos on the internet?Him: YesMe: me too, when I want to shoot a load, I put a gay video, it works every timeHim: yesMe: What do. When I ignored her, she pulled me off my chair and marched me into the next room.“What the fuck, Devin?” she said in a loud whisper.“First of all, it’s a 21-3 game,” I calmly explained, “so you won’t have to do anything. Secondly, since when do you care about flaunting your body in front of these guys? Look at the way you’re dressed. Hell, you may as well be naked. They’re all undressing you with their eyes anyway.”“Don’t start with that again,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. It was another sore. .. Lord, I don't know how many years now. I'm over seventy, you know, coming down the home stretch now, haven't told it in ... well, it was back in the 'fifties when it happened, and after I told it a few times I sort of gave up and I haven't said much to anybody since then.Grab a beer, then. OK, get me one anyhow, and whatever you want, it's in the icebox over there. This'll take a little time.Ready now? Well, it all started with a girl. I was third year college and I was all in l-o-o-v-e just. Mary made me dress up in suspender belt, stockings and padded bra. My face was red with shame and the girls laughed and insulted me as I dressed up. They took photos of me from all angles. Then Jane selected a short leather whip and I was made to lay face down on the bed. Mary held me down by the shoulders and Alice held my ankles as Jane whipped my buttocks and thighs. I yelled and struggled but the girls held me firmly. When she had lashed me over 50 times, they changed places and the two.