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Yeah, sure.

It is to me.

It is to me.

I've never had an orgasm before.

Glass ***.

Aberdeen.

We enter the vagina trap and go into the cervical channel.

We start with a small size stick.

Cause a minimum of damage to the tissue.

And then we increase the sizes.

But it was harder and harder for me to concentrate so...

With other men.

I forbade them to touch my body with their hands.

And soon...

As I was having sex with seven or eight men every night at the time...

Scheduling was tricky.

And they all had to have precise about F.

But he was reassuring.

And he knew exactly what I wanted when we had sex.

No, I'd go even further.

And say that there was a kind of telepathy going on when we had sex.

Without words, he knew exactly what I wanted.

Where he should touch me and what he should do.

The most sacred goal for F was my orgasm.

What?

And then...

The swan's out.

F was the base voice.

Monotone, predictable and ritualistic.

No doubt about it.

But also the foundation that is so important.

Even if on its own it doesn't mean much.

And when I did touch him...

It was with some hesitation.

As his reactions were unpredictable.

He was in charge.

That's the way it was.

Filled all my hopes.