And how wellyou pleased the machine derived from how well you surrendered yourself.Your needs. Your thoughts. Your masculinity. Your ego.Watching Brya..., now Brooklyn, enter the group room after her firstsession nearly made me cry. Her posture was soft. Her face carried asmile as subtle as the sphinx's. She was open, kind, and confident in herfemininity. She looked like she no longer had anything to hide, toprotect, to defend. She was a woman--a beautiful woman who knew her rolein life was to. The dark-haired man was puffing and swinging wildly at me, and I hit him low in the belly with a good left, at the forehead with a right that shocked my elbow and then clubbed the back of his neck with both fists. He sank, blubbering, to his knees. The man I'd smacked in the face, scrambled up and I knocked him down again while the fellow I had kicked was still writhing and holding his belly, crying in pain."How about you, Rafe?" I asked, rubbing my knuckles. By then a few more people had come. Keep those tits out so I can play with them.? ?Are your nipples hard, Slave,? he asked.?Yes, Master, they?re very hard,? Paige answered shyly.?Do you think they are ready for me to play with, Slave?? he asked.?Yes, Master, I?ve gotten them very hard for you Sir, I just hope you won?t humiliate me here in town, Sir.?Mike reached across to her and felt her nipples with his right hand. He just barely grazed them; but he kept it up, and tantalized them over and over again. ?Now Slave, dip your. Her fingers moved again and I pushed myself against her. "No..." I said slowly. "Then why shouldn't we be doing this?" I didn't answer her. She pushed a finger inside me, then another one. It felt so good, I could barely stand it. I knew how wet I had to of been, but I didn't want to admit that. I didn't want to admit how horny I was, and for a girl. I was straight, wasn't I? I didn't like girls. Right? Megan pulled my pants down and pulled my black thong aside, revealing my pink, wet pussy..