"Eight, mistress," Olivia shouted as the spatula struck once more.When Jenn's arm came up for number nine, Dave grabbed her wrist and pulled the spatu...a from her hand."My turn."At first, Jennifer thought he was going to stop her. Then he gave her an evil smile, kneeled down on Olivia's left side just beside her hips and knees, and brought the spatula down. Olivia screamed when the spatula struck the back of her left thigh. Dave pulled back the spatula and brought it down again, this time on her. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "Wait, dance with me first. I love this song." You've never heard this song before," she resisted, pulling away, "come on, let me go." Just because I've never heard this song before, doesn't mean I don't love it. Besides, I love you and I want to dance." That was all it took and she was in my arms and we were doing the forbidden dance. My shit was getting rock hard and it was a good thing it was. So I have my home computer all to myself. No one knows what I do with it.It's my own private world.Well, two weeks later I went to the site, and there was MESSY WEEKEND TWO.And the girl gave the guy a golden shower!That was so cool! I had to wonder if Oliver (his pen name is Oliver Clothesoff) had actually taken my suggestion and used it.I read the story and masturbated. A lot. Oliver seemed to really know my sick little mind and there was even some romance involved.So I started to send him. “In my dreams,” you confess, “you did that and it always makes me wet.” “And now?” I inquire. “Now my puhnani is pulsing and my breasts are throbbing even more, and… oh, please…” She stops because her breathing is so heavy as to thwart the exiting of words. “Well, let me see if I can help,” I offer with a faux cavalier tone. I gently sway my soft bearded chin over her nipples and I can feel her breasts swell. A tongue swirl test of a nipple confirms that she is aroused. “Hmmm,” I profer.