Between that, the lingering pain of the whipping, and my throbbing tortured cock, I was completely lost in sensation and ready to pass out.I could now... feel the cold steel of the pipe across my ass. The TV showed, in closeup detail, that I had the entire foot of cock buried between my red-striped buttocks. The man stroked my cock almost to orgasm two more times and then turned to nod at Linda.“OK, the master comes first,” she said, getting up and taking the camera from the camera man. Without. I tried to look at the room afresh. The body bowed forward as if worshiping a long forgotten deity, which may well have been the case. The unfinished books, the obsession with longevity. It seemed ironic that a man performing some ritual in the quest for immortality should die in the middle of it. Then again, maybe he died at the end of it. Was completing it his destined task? All those books he could have finished. Perhaps so long as he hadn’t completed the ritual eternity might have been his.. Mm. The thing is that I normally during this time was cocky, confident and equipped with an ego, But not at this moment. She put her left hand on my leg I jumped and spilled wine on me and her. Off with them I'll fix that, she said firmly. When the pants went to the floor she saw my tent. Oops, she said is that because of me?, and so she smiled.I remember she sat down on his knees in front of me and kissed my stomach. I shook from the first contact. When her tongue groping in my underwear. ”“And, uh... a grilled chicken pasta,” She says, quickly glancing at the menu.“Thank you, ma’am, that won’t be long,” He replies, collecting our menus and turning on his heel.Her foot brushes between my thighs and I reach down to stroke her ankle. The blue light dances on her skin and we pick up a regular conversation again although I slowly start to want her more and more as I notice her nipples hardening beneath her dress and in turn, something stirs in my lap. Her foot rubs more directly on.