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Unfortunately, I must turn off the sound activated p***s probe while riding the Sybian. It seems the noise of the vibrations trigger voltage. And whereas it is a rush to muse over the fact that the sound of that which pleasures me offers Douglas agonizing shocks, zap after zap, it is contrary to the desired result of instilling the discipline of complete motionlessness. I want his thoughts totally focused. No motor movement. Complete synaptic curtailment.
I straddle and ride. After multiple organs, it is time for Douglas. I offer a glimpse of my nakedness in quickly slipping over his eyes a blindfold of silk cloth. Then I straddle his head and lower myself, amused that it is as facile as sitting on a bidet. The lips knowingly purse to accept my s*x. Despite the lengthy Sybian ride,
