She reached down and lightly stroked my clit. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes....“An orgasm,” I said softly, again looking back down at the ground.“That’s right, slave suzy,” she said. “On the twelfth ball... and not before... you are going to have a big noisy orgasm right here in front of everybody.”I looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.“Then,” she continued, “you are going to thank me for that orgasm.” She smiled, “In fact,. ..]Schneider's Island, 1995"Are you sure?" Robert Singer said, almost panting as he paced around his cabin, staring at his long-time 'secret' girlfriend, who held a small white plastic stick in her hands. "Those things can be very inaccurate, Sarah." That's why I used 3..." she muttered, sinking into his chair. "All came out the same way. Big shiny plus sign." Well, you can't..." Singer started, with a huff, realizing what he was actually suggesting. "Steven is going to know it's not his if. I'll still fall asleep though, but I want to fall asleep with you in my arms." He gave me a smile, perfect white teeth. He kissed me, and gestured me to put my hand on him. My hand must have been cold when I touched his dick, cause he gave out a little grunt once we had contact. He was a fair size, a good 7 or 8 inches. All that felt fantastic, with his veins around it, I feel the excitement pulling through. I start to rub slowly, feeling the elastic of his boxers on my wrist. Feeling the need. Without hesitation, he gently took her foot and removed the dirty sock. “Looks like we got the goody out of that,” he told her as he dropped the sock on the hard-packed dirt floor. “But you did a great job of keeping it out of the mud.” The sock was dirty, but the dirt was dry and had probably been picked up as she lay in the cave with no way to keep her foot off the ground.He unwound the bandage and gently maneuvered her foot until he could see the bottom of it, but she appeared to remain calm.