Paris in the summer is gorgeous: beautiful people, delicious food, stunning architecture, amazing weather, and the unwritten promise of sex when the s...n goes down. Maybe it's something in the air. The city somehow exudes sexiness in spite of the commuters and hustle of metropolitan life. It has an electrically charged atmosphere that's simply missing from any other place in the world.It was within this potent mix of elements I found myself for a few days this summer. The conference itself was. " "So," she answered, "go down to the sex store and see if you can buy one as small as yours!" "What an insult!" I thought. The next day, I did succeed in getting a smallish strap-on ordered on the Internet that I thought would do the job. I was so anxious I even paid for overnight Fed-Ex. I must admit I spent most of the day with an erection, looking forward to the chance to finally put it in Jamie's ass. Had I known the difficulties and discomfort that were ahead it probably would have. So I will ask you again. Are your shoulders sore?" Not really Master." Oh. So I ask before and they're fine and now they are sore? Either you were lying to me before or you're doing it now. Either way, you are yanking my chain so we're going to have to motivate you to be more open and honest."I was yanking his chain? I felt a strong grasp on each wrist and it was clear it was two different people. Since he was still talking to me, everyone must have been helping out. A few seconds passed and I. "Play with them for me, pet." "Of course, Master."I circle them with my nail before rubbing them between my fingers. You watch me lick a fingertip before touching them again and pinching them. I ring my fingers around my right areola and smile at you. Playing with my tits as your cock hardens and you hear the hitch in my breathing. "Would you like Master to touch your tits?" "I would love it, Sir." "Beg me." Please Master, please touch my tits." "What do you want me to do, slut?" "Please.
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