Can’t stand much of the show myself. Somehow it is too much of a mind fuck. Considering my sexual tastes and fantasies, perhaps I just don’t like ...he reminder that I am as much of a freak as I am.For once I didn’t jump on BDSMLR right away but checked out my Trillian account. That’s where I found her, my pursuer, my big bad wolf wanting to gobble up a cute little bitch. A bit of teasing, a bit of dodging advances, and I find myself typing, “I’m edging right now.”A deafening pause. I knew I. “Funny yet powerful” were her words. But her best moment was making herself cum in front of all that audience willing her as she worked herself up totally uninhibited before them. Suddenly I went serious and preoccupied. One of the guys from the club had walked in and was ordering at the bar. He turned and saw us. I got up after giving Mum a reassuring hand squeeze and went up to him having clocked him. He asked if he could get us a drink on him. I noticed he was in awe and very respectful. I. ”Melody practiced what I said a few times, and then I had her put the car in neutral and start the engine.“Put your right foot on the brake, keep the clutch pushed in, and put the car into 1st gear. Move your right foot to the gas, then slowly and smoothly let out the clutch while you gently press the gas pedal. If the car stalls, step on the brake, push in the clutch, and try again.”Melody did as I instructed and managed to pull out without stalling the car, though the car lurched and. "No." I said before she could ask but I felt the hand on my shoulder."I'll take care of Alex."I had forgotten that Leigh was in this class. "Don't." I told her. Behind me, I felt the sharp, cold, metal bite of the straight edge of a wooden ruler slide across my ass. "Don't do this Leigh." Nice tattoo, Alex. New?" I didn't have a second; the ruler smacked down - probably right on it - and hurt like shit. The tat was a 3-inch high replication of the St. Andrew medal that Peter and I both wear..