“Of course I do.”“But sometimes it doesn’t feel like it,” she persisted.“I love you, Mandy,” I repeated and took her clit between my lip....“You love my bits,” she said playfully.“You have very lovable bits,” I replied.“So do you,” was her unexpected response.“Do you want to suck me?” I ventured.“Not today,” she said.“Do you want me to fuck you, then?”“I want you to make love to me. Have you got any… rubbers?”“No, but I’ve got some latexes.”“Don’t be cheeky,” she said, patting my head in mock. I have raven black hair, in long ringlets nearly to my shoulders. Tiny, slender body, small breasts, long slim legs. Narrow face, instead of the nearly round face that is more typical of the Asian culture.I have read the 50 shades books, and I love the fantasy of being so attractive and alluring that the most wealthy and powerful man on earth just has to possess me! I love the 'play room' where there is every manner of apparatus to inflict on a submissive woman.Me: Taya, I am completely onboard. The girl was dressed in black leggings anda black hoodie. Her hair, what I could see of it under the hoodie,appeared to be dyed jet black. She wore heavy black eyeliner and blacklipstick. Her complexion was very pale. She glanced up and spotted mestanding on the sidewalk. I think she immediately sized me up as afellow misfit. "Hey," she said. When she spoke, I noticed her tongue waspierced."Hey," I replied. "You new here?" I immediately felt my cheeks burning."Sorry," I said before she could. There was a celebratory pizza and of course, frozen yogurt. Flash forward a couple of hours, and there is the familiar blanket. You complained about your boyfriend leaving early, with Stacey, as always, lending a shoulder to relax on and a sympathetic ear.You mentioned how he better make it to you and along a long list of expected gifts and sexual gratification, you say that he ought to stop being a baby and finally give you oral. Stacey was shocked to hear you never been kissed or licked down.