Heather said that she needed me to look at her finger because she thought she had a splinter in it. I took her finger and looked at it. I didn’t see...anything but it was a little damp. The she told me in a whisper to smell it. She must have just pulled it out of her pussy! I might just need to punish her. Yet another time Heather was cutting something in the kitchen. She asked me to show her how to cut something with some new knives that we got. I had to reach around her. While I did this she. I had none, but she reluctantly told me about her interest in BDSM. I was shocked and taken aback by her answer. But I thought, why not give it a try? I later wished I had known her intentions before blindly signing up for her misadventures.She told me she wouldn’t explain anything to me. She would just do things with me. I never imagined it would make me horny, and I had to masturbate to relieve myself.Now she had all the control, and she made all the decisions. She booked a hotel room for 2. People were switching partners, having casual relationships, one night stands, there were rumors of threesomes and orgies. Even homosexuality was accepted in some places.Some girls had even whispered about having sex with negro boys.Sex between young and old people though; never. My friends would be disgusted, his would be horrified. Only whores did it with old guys.I held his head in my hands, knees up and open, staring at his intense old eyes as his tongue drove me to the edge, but not over. 5. That's now 9 spanks. 6. 7. That's now 12 spanks" Suddenly Antoinette's hands moved to her neckline and began unbuttoning her cardigan. I stole a glance across at Paul and caught him sneaking a peek in our direction, until I told him he would now receive the remainder of the spanks for daring to disobey me.As my mind began to recall that wonderful night, I knew I would have to find somewhere to stop to relieve this throbbing erection threatening to cause me to crash the van. I took the very.