''Treat me like a whore,'' she had once asked him. ''Fuck my throat until the mascara runs down my face.'' He couldn't do it. Maybe deep down he loved...her too much to see her for what she was or maybe he had and that's why he had retreated into his world of games. She wouldn't think about that now because if she did she would probably cum right away.Guilt, she had realized, could be as pleasurable as the act itself.Fiona looked up at Damian who was lost in the sensation of fucking her warm wet. He replied “what if I want to get kinky?” My pussy twitched. “Well that depends on how kinky. But I am happy if you like it kinky”. I didn’t realise what I had let myself in for and how excited I would end up. All my fetishes rolled into one amazing adventure. We made an appointment at his house. Thinking back, he could have been a crazed murderer or something but I guess my gut told me he was pretty harmless. He certainly knew what he wanted, or thought he did. He had guessed I was on the game. Are you wearing a bra right now?" "No." "Panties?"Barely heard, "Yes." There was a touch of color in her cheeks. She shifted a little, but didn't break eye contact."Abby, this is a test. It's important that you trust me, that you do what I request, no questions. You don't have to do anything, of course, but if we're going to havea close working relationship, it's important that we break down unnecessary barriers. Understand?"After a slight hesitation, she replied, "I . . . I guess so."“Okay.. Red lace crotchless panties because she wanted Dan to be able to touch her pussy during dinner under the table. Finishing off the outfit was a pair of black shiny pumps. They met at the hotel restaurant. "Tim this is Dan. Dan I want you to meet my boyfriend, Tim" Cindy said making the introductions. "Nice to meet you" Dan said thinking about all the times Cindy had told him about Tim going out of town on short notice never taking into account plans she had made or her feelings. Which was.