”“Let’s start with the basics,” Veronica suggested before Colin’s brains could get in the way of his loins. “Where do you usually masturba...te, in front of your computer?”“Yeah,” he nodded.“Then why don’t you take off your pants,” she gestured towards his desk chair, “and have a seat?”Colin glanced nervously at the swiveling chair.Looking around the room Veronica spotted a bottle of moisturizing lotion. “I assume you lubricate with this?” she asked, moving to pick it up.“Um, yeah,” he. Then there were detail shots from ankle to ankle. That scene was three nights ago and you can still count the stripes.Tuesday, I said that Mistress Cynthia did not draw blood, but that wasn't quite true. I should have said the skin never parted. Some of the welts had oozed blood through the skin, particularly behind the knee. You couldn't see much around the pussy. It was the lighting I think. Pity. All you could see was the stripe up to the butt plug and another just on the side.Everyone was. I knew what that meant and when the guests arrived, my brother got to see me in my full porn star mode as I mingled with the group of 25 guests that had joined us. As the evening grew later, James watched me smoke pot, drink and do lines of cocaine with men and women that wanted me. When the party got to its peak late that night, he watched as Rudy and five or six other party members fucked me by the pool. Five loads of cum filled my cunt and one filled my asshole before I took myself inside to. The guy clearly knew what was going on but he kept walking. He reaches his apartment and goes inside. Getting into his room, his answering machine is loaded with messages.The first 7 messages were of women who wanted money from him to repair the damage to their bedrooms from his massive cumshots. The next 10 were from a package delivery lady who had several items he needed to sign for and he had to call back. The next 2 were from a porn store that reminded him to return his x rated movies or.