It was...heaven! His hands were so soft and caring while he seemed to perform a kind of worship on the exposed boyhood I had presented him with. He li...cked and sucked, then wanked me while keeping my cock head in his mouth! He clearly knew what he was waiting for - and continued his massage unrelenting until he could feel my cock switch from firm to rock hard - when he removed his hand and took me as far as he could, almost the whole 14cm! That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever. . YYYYAAAGGGHHHH!” With the overlaying of weals, with the filling in between weals, Xena’s buttocks were acquiring the appearance of being raw. It was, in fact, a remorseless removal of the outer skin. When Xena received a cane, or worse, upon that excruciating rawness, she would know the meaning of true agony. All that was yet to come. Venetia, you might say was preparing the ground. Stroke after stroke. Relentlessly accurate. Mercilessly punishing. It was, Venetia realised, Xena’s first-ever. It took a couple of hours for me to get the shot that I hoped would keep the advertisers happy. Eventually, I got what we needed and I spent a few hours editing the picture to get it looking perfect, but all I really wanted to do was ditch the job and hook up with the guys – we had a night on the town planned. In the end I decided to do just that. I jumped in the shower, threw on a smart casual outfit, and hit the streets.So there I was a short time later, sitting at the bar waiting to get. Her face was flushed. I reached to help her but she waved me away. ‘I don’t need any more help,’ she said. ‘And you don’t need to watch the rest… go on back downstairs, now.’ I was a little crestfallen at this. I had already clued into the fact that Anya had nothing sexual in mind at that moment, but the abrupt dismissal was a little disappointing. My erection had already subsided and now it seems as though the prospect of anything exciting happening had vanished entirely. Anya, however, raised.