The guys go overboard, and I love every minute of it.

Anton was enticed with the idea of a very special blowjob ate the small ball of toad skin. As he did, Mark came around to my cunt, "So, should I turn the slugs into a slimy mess?" he asked as Donald continued to squeeze the pincers on my nipple.

"Oh God, fuck, please do, and don't be gentle. This is incredible," I moaned.

Donald released his fingers, and I moaned in disappointment, "Oh, please, I wasn't done."

Donald laughed as he pulled the pincers away from my nipple, "Kimmie, the pincers were cutting deep into your nipple. If I had kept squeezing, I would have taken the whole thing off."

I grabbed my nipple and squeezed it, and twisted. Shuddering in pleasure as my skin protested. "I want to feel it all," I said.

Donald laughed as Mark pushed into my cunt. "Oh fuck, they're still alive. I can feel them squirming," he moaned as he pushed into my cunt.

I moaned and arched, "Please, Mark, fuck me hard. Make me feel it." My fingers were still pulling at my nipple, and I came around Mark's cock as he pushed deeper into me.

In the meantime, Donald stepped up to me. Covering his hand was a glove, and a small number of orbs were in it. They were off-white in colour and wet. "This is Toxopneustes pileolus, a highly venomous sea urchin," he said. "Each one has many flowers, and as soon as they are threatened, they close like a venus fly trap, digging poisonous barbs into the skin."

I moaned as Mark continued to fuck me, "Stop the lesson and fuck me up," I told him.

He smiled, "Oh no, you want to know this," he said teasingly. "This will do two things: cause significant pain, which, if the slugs work, will be translated to pleasure. The second is it is a strong muscle relaxant. You will go limp and be hardly able to move, but not through paralysis. You will not have the strength even to pick up a cup. And this, and the pain can last for hours."

He smiled, "Six or so is supposed to be excruciating, I'm going to roll this over your tits, and the little flowers will be left behind."

"Just fucking do it. This is not going to be enough, though," I told him.

Sharna, in the meantime, was on her knees in front of Anton, sucking his cock as Anton moaned. "God, damn, her throat feels incredible. The spasming is so good."

Donald smiled and lowered the small creatures to one of my breasts. He was right about everything. As they came in contact with my tit, the flowers latched on and remained behind as he rolled them over my skin. Each flower was about the size of the end of my little finger, and they very quickly snapped shut. He did the same to my other breast. I was about to complain that I felt nothing when I suddenly felt a jolt of intense pleasure. My right breast screamed with pleasure that ran through my body. My cunt responded, clamping closed on Mark. "Oh Jesus," I said. "Thif feels incrudible," I said, my voice, lips, and mouth not working correctly. "More," I begged.

Donald laughed, "In a minute." He said with a big smile as he returned the urchins to a tank. "Take your time, as the pain hasn't peaked yet, which means your pleasure."

I moved to reach out to Mark, but my arms didn't work correctly. It was like I was drunk, my limbs not responding.

As Mark continued to fuck me, Donald leaned my head over the table's edge. "Now your throat is going to be so soft to fuck. And you won't have any gag reflex."

As he placed his cock at my lips, I realised I was in a completely **** position again. I couldn't stop them, no matter what they did to me.

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