On the screen, the chair assembly started to shift. The upper portion moved back very slightly, easing her towards a more supine position so slowly sh...e would not notice. Meanwhile, heaters in the equipment suspended above started to raise the air temperature, both additionally sensitizing her skin while also pushing her deeper into somnolence. Finally concealed speakers in the chair started sending out almost imperceptible low frequency vibrations, providing even more stimulation.Phase 1 took. I went to let out a cry of pain and immediately the driver shoved his stiff member into my mouth to stifle any cries.“Here’s something to keep you occupied officer. Suck on this for a while”. His hard and slimy prick invaded my mouth and he pushed hard trying to get his entire prick inside my gagging throat.“There ya go now pig man. That feels right nice”. Winston maintained his pressure as inch by inch his prick started to embed itself in my arse. His huge helmet forced its way past my ring. And really—what could I say about it anyway? I couldn’t just open a conversation and say, “By the way, now that I’ve told you I love you, who are you?” Occam’s Razor demanded a simple explanation. Most I could think of meant she was on the run from someone who wanted to hurt her—witness protection program, cops, bad domestic situation, mob, you name it. I wasn’t about to blow her cover.Now it was Thursday morning. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I was walking downtown toward the office. " M-Master?" I want to watch," he told me, and I looked down at that.He'd had me strapped before from time to time, if I'd been foolish, or most often Mercy would decide when I needed it. Mr. Reiser had never watched though, so far as I knew. It made me both frightened and excited because I did like the razor strop, odd as that may sound. I liked the way Mercy spanked me with it and I especially liked the way she eased my pain afterwards. It was both a punishment and a reward that filled me.