He didn’t ask a lot about her Porn Star work, he didn’t force his attentions on her, he was her friend and he didn’t want to ruin that. Let thin...s move at their own pace, whatever happened, happened. Jessica kissed him good night around midnight and went back to her house. Trace wrote for another hour because he was restless. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea he’d just had dinner with Jessica Swan! 7 PM Sunday came and there was no Jessica to share their nightly swim. He knew she. "I rubbed the lotion on the bulging side of her boob, then she asked, "Put your leg over and to the other side, okay. That's nice."So, I did as she asked and straddled her back and reached down to rub the lotion on the side of her other breast."Mmm, that's nice, Paul, your hands feel so nice on me. Do I feel nice to you?"Wow, that's starting to sound like it has more meaning to it that just thanks for putting the lotion on and now, my dick was responding to her words."Uh, yeah, it feels really. And he grabs my shoulders and roughly turns me back onto my back. He slips the straps of my nightie down my shoulders and starts pinching my nipples and squeezing my boobs while I just lay there with a pouty face on. Alright…its time for your spanks. He says after awhile. This means that he wants me to get up on hands and knees on the bed while he spanks me…we have to do it before we have sex every time. No! I say defiantly! Baby… He warns and gives one of my nipples a twist. Ow! I squak as I. She loved it rough even to the point of being bound or abused. She had that submissive aspect ingrained in her from c***dhood. Turned out she was a Muslim and maybe, I thought, the slave-master thing was a part of her culture. By going to a “gloryhole” nearby and sucking men off through a hole in the wall, while she remained hidden, she received some sort of power over men like this. But the opposite end of that spectrum was when she would go out at night “Dogging”.. blowing strangers, being.