I opened the nightstand drawer. I pulled out a cock ring and slid it down my rigid shaft. Then I picked up the box of condoms and showed it to her, po...nting at it. I wanted to be perfectly clear that this hard cock was going inside of her, so I could be sure she wanted this. She nodded her head, so I opened a condom and put it on. I moved down to her legs and pulled them apart, kneeling in between them and getting into position. I put a little extra baby oil on the condom to be sure it was. I guess you could say I liked the image I had for a while as being mister tough guy, so my dad helped toughen me up. Did you know he was a boxer before he got married?”The image of the unshaven, beer-bellied man who had answered the door that day popped into my head, and for a moment I wondered if his mother had remarried or something.I confessed, “No I didn’t.”“Neither did I until one day I came home with a black eye from someone pissing me off and he took me downstairs and started showing me. He placed his hand at the nape of her neck, and then he gently ran his fingertip along her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra. He unsnapped it, and Lina watched as he stood behind her, slowly pulling the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. He reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands, and she could feel her nipples hardening against his palms. Lina hissed in a breath as he twisted the hard buds between his thumb and index finger. He didn’t stop until they. She had never been interested in BDSM porn or even in role-playing, but somehow seeing Nadine, a college girl not much different than herself, trapped in sexual slavery had awoken something very strong in her; from the first moment she pictured herself in her place, and surprisingly the feelings of powerlessness and humiliation gave her levels of arousal that she didn’t even know existed. At first she rejected the feelings, trying to rationalize them, but it had been eons since she had that.