Something clicked in my brain and the games that Janine and I used to play were nothing but child’s play. She’d put me in handcuffs and my c**k would get hard. These women put me in identical cuffs and it shrivels up and hides. I loved it when she would spank me but it wasn’t until I got my first real flogging that I knew the difference. We had fun and it added some spice to our s*x life. Now I don’t have one of those either. The only s*x I get is from a bisexual sadist who f***s my ass and deep throats me with that big c**k he’s so proud of. Then I chuckled to myself. Any man would be proud to have a piece of meat like that one. Eleven or twelve inches of long, hard throbbing c**k…. After seeing that I was convinced – size truly does matter. And with that monster he gets the pleasure and
