<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name: "Jolly Jack"</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: The Starting Point Tavern, Jack's room</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom: Johara</strong></span><br/><br/>Jack had his own reasons for loving this sort of thing, though debauchery couldn't really be counted as one of them. His fascination came about as a result of familiarity, and the sort of sexual life he's<em>always</em>had. This was pretty much 'normal' to him, even if he was aware that most peoples definition of normal sex did not include half the things he did or had done to him.<br/><br/>He could feel his orgasm so very, very close, precum beading at the tip of his member, leaking out. Her holding him there, right at the precipice, at the edge, aroused frustrated sounding groans from him.  And yet, he must surely love it, for he took no effort to put an end to the 'torment'.  Her biting of his nipple made him buck a bit underneath her; it was not unpleasant, but it did shock him.<br/><br/>A second shock came to him from the slap he took to the face, which did drew out a grunt that did not sound particularly happy. And yet, again, she would find him remaining relatively still beneath her, even though it would be absolutely trivial for him to put an end to this. So, obviously, the slap didn't bother him.  A sly, slightly cracked grin, further proved that yes, he had enjoyed it.<br/><br/>His breathing, which had become somewhat ragged during the course of her playing with him, finally seemed to become even and steady once more. He watched her as she slid him back into her, and shuddered a bit as the familiar, warm wetness engulfed him.